Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

Decree was round about all with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily colored mascot lightly on the fore
"Don't fiddle with this box
Or break the chains, or the locks
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
didn't try to pick the locks
Or break into that box
They never tried to about with war

Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, neither
'Cause they were quiet and sweet and
In those wondrous days of
Well, very much the same as now, not the ones to somehow
For up that deadly box of war

But did, someone battered in the lid
And the insides out across the floor
A sort of bouncy bumpy made up of guns and flags
And all the tears and horror and the death that with war

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

It the children mainly, and I'll tell you this quite plainly
It bumps everyday and more and more
And leaves dead 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 takes is
I'm sure that we could get it back into the box
And bind the chains and lock the
No one seems to to save the children anymore

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