Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

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

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

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

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

It bounced right out and bashing all about
And bumping into in store
And was sad and most unfair
Is it didn't really seem to care
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 more and
And leaves dead and burned and dying
Thousands of them and crying
'Cause when it bumps, it's really sore

Now a way to stop the ball, it isn't difficult at all
All it is wisdom
I'm absolutely that we could get it back into the box
And bind the and lock the locks
No one seems to to save the children anymore

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