Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

Once upon a time in the of Hushabye
Around about the days of yore
They came across a of box
Bound up 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 tripping lightly on the fore
"Don't with this deadly box
Or break the chains, or the locks
And please, don't ever play about war"

Well, the children understood, children to be good
were just as good around the time of yore
They didn't try to the locks
Or into that deadly box
They tried to play about with war

Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies
they were 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 spilled the insides out across the
A sort of bouncy bumpy ball made up of and flags
And all the tears and and the death that goes with war

It right out and went bashing all about
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 tell you this quite plainly
It bumps them everyday and more and
And leaves dead and burned and dying
Thousands of them and crying
'Cause when it bumps, it's very sore

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

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