Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

Once upon a time in the of Hushabye
about the wondrous days of yore
They across a sort of box
Bound up 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 lightly on the fore
"Don't fiddle with deadly box
Or the chains, or pick the locks
And please, don't play about with war"

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

didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies neither
'Cause they were quiet and and pretty
In those days of yore
Well, very the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For up that deadly box of war

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

It bounced right out and bashing all about
And bumping everything in store
And what was sad and most
Is that it really seem to care
who it bumped, or why, or what, or for

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

Now there's a way to the ball, it isn't difficult at all
All it is wisdom
I'm absolutely sure we could get it back into the box
And bind the chains and the locks
No one seems to want to the children anymore

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