Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

Decree was issued round about all with a flourish and a
And a gaily colored mascot tripping on the fore
"Don't fiddle with deadly box
Or break the chains, or pick the
And please, ever play about with war"

Well, the children understood, children happen to be
They were just as good around the of yore
They didn't try to the locks
Or break that deadly box
They never tried to about with war

Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies
'Cause they were quiet and and pretty
In those days of yore
Well, very much the same as now, not the ones to 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 made up of guns and flags
And all the tears and horror and the death that goes war

It bounced out and went bashing all about
And bumping into everything in
And what was sad and most
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 bumps them and more and more
And leaves dead and burned and dying
Thousands of sick and crying
'Cause it bumps, it's really very sore

Now there's a way to stop the ball, it difficult at all
All it is wisdom
I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back the box
And bind the and lock the locks
No one seems to want to save the children

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