كلمات Flowers Of Evil

Oh can you tell me Oh how the joy Passed from his childhood That's not my boy I see he's finished, he's run his race We're not his family that's not his face We taught him well And from his youth He knew he always Must know the truth He left his country to go to war When he returned, he'd found we closed the door But we never dreamed when he was leaving That he would taste the flowers of evil I know his habit was not so bad When for fifty dollars it could be had But now he' home to his promised land And what he needs got to cost a Grand When he'd been home for six month's time My son he told me, he'd made up his mind He's re-enlisted for three years more It's too expensive to stop this war But we never dreamed when he was leaving That he would taste the flowers of evil Oh can you tell me Oh how the joy Passed from his childhood That's not my boy He's re-enlisted for three years more Is the price of peace worth the price of war?