Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

was issued round about all with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily colored mascot tripping on the fore
"Don't with this deadly box
Or break the chains, or the locks
And please, don't play about with war"

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

Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, neither
'Cause they were quiet and and pretty
In wondrous days of yore
Well, very much the 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 ball made up of guns and flags
And all the tears and horror and the that goes with war

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

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

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

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