Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

Once upon a time in the of Hushabye
Around the wondrous 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 a flourish and a shout
And a gaily colored mascot tripping on the fore
"Don't fiddle with this box
Or break the chains, or pick the
And please, don't ever play with war"

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

Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies
'Cause they quiet and sweet and pretty
In those wondrous of yore
Well, very the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up that box of war

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

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

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

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

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