Luyện nghe bài hát To Bobby

I'll put flowers at your
And I sing to you so sweet
And my words will carry home to your heart

You us marching on the road
And said how heavy was the
But the years were young, the struggle barely had its

Do you hear the voices in the night,
They're for you
See the children in the light, Bobby
dying

No one say it like you said it
We'd only try and just it
You stood alone upon the till it was sinking

And in a we tried to reach you
With looks and we would beseech you
Never what, where or how you were thinking

Do you hear the voices in the night,
crying for you
See the children in the morning light,
They're

Perhaps the pictures in the
Could no be put in rhymes
When all the eyes of starving children are open

You aside the cursed crown
And put your magic a sound
That made me think your was aching or even broken

But, if God hears my complaint, He forgive you
And so will I, with all respect, I'll just you
And likewise, you understand these things we give you

Like flowers at your door
And notes about the war
We're only saying the time is short and there is to do

And we're marching on the streets
With victories and big defeats
But there is joy and there is hope and a place for you

And you have heard the voices in the night,
crying for you
See the in the morning light, Bobby
dying