Luyện nghe bài hát The War

I got at 19
Me and a bunch of boys home
'43, drove out to Pine Bluff and signed on
Went to basic of Birmingham
Put me on west bound train
Spent three days out in San
And they shipped me back east
a port out of New York
Slept for months in British
Tore it up down in town
And they shipped me back out
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine the Lord in Paradise"
One boy spoke up, said "preacher come on, eat supper with us
Never talk those first days
Lots of left behind
But I it all the way across France
And I fought at the line
Road a into Belgium
Like them better the French
Like my daddy, years before
I did my in a trench
Lots of days there's no
But the kept me warm
The cellars stocked to the ceiling with booze
So I carried a bottle my gun
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine the Lord in Paradise"
One boy spoke up, said "preacher come on, eat your with us"
times I made sergeant
I'm not that of man
And pretty much just as as I could
I get busted to private again
Cause taken' orders never me
Giving them out was worse
I not stand to get my friends killed
So I care of myself first
Now I know that don't sound
think too bad of me
Now it me up nights
What I could have differently
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the in Paradise."
One boy spoke up, said "preacher on, eat your supper with us"
I'd be no guest at the of the Lord
His was not to be mine
'Cause I cursed His name every that I could
And I that's why I'm still alive