Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Stone

Sam stone came home to his wife and
After in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served, had shattered all his
And left a little shrapnel in his

But the morphine the pain
And the grass grew his brain
And gave him all the confidence he
With a purple heart and a on his back

a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears, stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too on broken radios

Sam stone's welcome home, didn't last too
He went to work when he'd spent his last
And Sammy to stealing when he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without

And the gold through his veins
Like a railroad trains
And his mind in the hours that he chose
the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes

There's a in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus died for nothin' I suppose
Little have big ears, don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on radios

Sam stone was alone he popped his last balloon
walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request while the room just like death
an overdose hovering in the air

But had lost its fun
And was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped on a local heroes' hill

There's a hole in arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the
Sweet songs never last too long on radios