Luyện nghe bài hát The War

I got at 19
Me and a bunch of boys from
January '43, drove out to Bluff and signed on
Went to basic south of
Put me on west bound train
Spent days out in San Diego
And shipped me back east again
a port out of New York
Slept for months in rain
Tore it up in London town
And they shipped me out again
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine the Lord in Paradise"
One boy spoke up, said "preacher on, eat your supper with us
Never talk about those first
Lots of friends left
But I made it all the way France
And I fought at the line
Road a into Belgium
Like them than the French
Like my daddy, years before
I did my time in a
of days there's no water
But the kept me warm
The cellars stocked to the ceiling with booze
So I a bottle with my gun
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will with 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 just as quick as I could
I get busted back to again
Cause taken' never suited me
them out was much worse
I could not to get my friends killed
So I took of myself first
Now I know don't sound right
Don't too bad of me
Now it me up nights
What I could have done
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine the Lord in Paradise."
One boy spoke up, "preacher come on, eat your supper with us"
I'd be no at the table of the Lord
His food was not to be
'Cause I His name every chance that I could
And I recon that's why I'm still