Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

Once upon a time in the land of
Around the wondrous days of yore
came across a sort of box
Bound up with chains and locked 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 this deadly 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 just as good the time of yore
didn't try to pick the locks
Or break into deadly box
They never tried to play with war

Mommies either, sisters, aunts, grannies neither
'Cause they were quiet and and pretty
In those wondrous days of
Well, very much the as now, not the ones 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 bouncy bumpy ball up of guns and flags
And all the and horror and the death that goes with war

It bounced right out and bashing all about
And into everything in store
And was sad and most unfair
Is that it really seem to care
who it bumped, or why, or what, or for

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

Now a way to stop the ball, it isn't difficult at all
All it takes is
I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back the box
And bind the chains and lock the
No one seems to want to save the children

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