Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

Once upon a in the land of Hushabye
Around about the wondrous of yore
They across a sort of box
Bound up with chains and locked with
And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, war"

was issued round about all with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily mascot tripping lightly on the fore
"Don't fiddle with this box
Or break the chains, or pick the
And please, don't play about with war"

Well, the children understood, children to be good
They were as good around the time of yore
They didn't try to pick the
Or into that deadly box
They never tried to about with war

Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies
'Cause they were quiet and and pretty
In those wondrous days of
Well, very much the same as now, not the to blame somehow
For up that deadly box of war

But someone did, someone in the lid
And spilled the out across the floor
A sort of bumpy ball made up of guns and flags
And all the tears and horror and the death goes with war

It right out and went bashing all about
And into everything in store
And what was sad and most
Is that it didn't seem to care
who it bumped, or why, or what, or for

It bumped the children mainly, and I'll you this quite plainly
It bumps them everyday and and more
And leaves them and burned and dying
Thousands of sick and crying
when it bumps, it's really very sore

Now there's a way to stop the ball, it difficult at all
All it is wisdom
I'm sure that we could get it back into the box
And the chains and lock the locks
No one seems to to save the children anymore

Well, that's the way it all
'Cause it's been bouncing 'round for years and
In of all the wisdom whizzed since those wondrous days of yore
And the time came across the box
Bound up chains and locked with locks
And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, war"