Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

was issued round about all with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily mascot tripping lightly on the fore
"Don't fiddle with this box
Or the chains, or pick the locks
And please, ever play about with war"

Well, the children understood, children to be good
They were just as good the time of yore
They didn't try to pick the
Or into that deadly box
They never tried to play with war

didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies neither
'Cause they quiet and sweet and pretty
In those wondrous of yore
Well, much the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up that box of war

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

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

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

Now there's a way to the ball, it isn't difficult at all
All it is wisdom
I'm sure that we could get it back into the box
And bind the chains and the locks
No one to want to save the children anymore

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