The Ballad of The Vietnam War
In 1961
Battlefield gun are still humming
people are taking lives
and soldiers lay dead in the field covered in flies
Men in the ground
Bombs dropping from jets high above
And men were being wiped out from all directions
And the soldiers couldn’t even stand their own reflections
The vietnam war was beginning to quit
Then peace had come by signing a treaty
Country had ended this horrifying war
And finally ended all the gore
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