ฟังเพลงLots of Little Soldiers

Lots Of Little Soldiers - Matt McGinn

And my father's was as well

Of a little game he taught me

Now the story I will tell

We had lots of little soldiers

And as sure as the day would come

I sent them into battle with the rattle of my drum

I put them upon the table

And I marched them all around

Then I battered them with the cannonballs

And watched them falling down

I got lots of little crosses

That I laid upon the dead

Then I patched up all the wounded ones

And I sent them home to bed

I went round and asked the neighbours

For a nickel or a dime

So I can find some soldiers

Just to help me pass the time

They were always very kindly

In supplying me with guns

And some of them even let me play

At soldiers with their sons

I put them on the table

And I marched them all around

And I battered them with cannonballs

And watched them falling down

I had lots of little cresses

That I laid upon the dead

Then I patched up all the wounded

And I sent then home to bed

Whenever I went to the shop

To buy my guns and tanks

The man there always smiled

And patted me head and whispered thanks

If it wasn't for your soldier game

I don' know what I'd do

You keep my business busy son

So here's an extra few

I put them on the table

And I marched them all around

Then I battered them with cannonballs

And watched them falling down

I had lots of little cresses that I laid upon the dead

Then I patched up all the wounded

And I sent then home to bed

One day I bought some aeroplanes

But here was what I found

When I sent them in with bombs

To help my army on the ground

They bombed up every soldier there

And proved a sorrowful flop

I had to buy another hundred crosses from the shop

'Cause I put them on the table

And I marched them all around

Then I battered them with cannonballs

And watched them falling down

I had lots of little cresses

That I laid upon the dead

Then I patched up all the wounded

And I sent then home to bed

I would very much like

If I could teach this little game of guns

To my seven beautiful daughters

And my fourteen lovely sons

But the man in the shop

He gave me down a bomb from off the shelf

And blew up every soldier

All my neighbours and myself

'Cause I put them upon the table

And I marched them all around

Then I battered them with the cannonballs

And watched them falling down

I had lots of little crosses

That I laid upon the dead

Then I patched up all the wounded ones

And I sent them home to bed