Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

Once upon a in the land of Hushabye
Around about the wondrous of yore
came across a sort 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 mascot tripping lightly on the fore
"Don't with this deadly box
Or the chains, or pick the locks
And please, don't ever about with war"

Well, the understood, children happen to be good
They were just as good the time of yore
didn't try to pick the locks
Or break into deadly box
They never 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 much the as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up that box of war

But someone did, someone in the lid
And spilled the insides out across the
A sort of bumpy ball made up of guns and flags
And all the tears and horror and the death that with war

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

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

Now a way to stop the ball, it isn't difficult at all
All it takes is
I'm absolutely that we could get it back into the box
And the chains 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 for years and years
In spite of all the wisdom whizzed since those wondrous days of
And the time came across the box
Bound up with chains and locked with
And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, war"