Luyện nghe bài hát Bloodied Yet Unbowed

I've you once I've told you a thousand times
No regrets and no
No 4 am soaked wisdom or bloody
knuckled
Do I regret and not a single moment will I

You may say I lost to a better man
This may be true I cannot or lie
Yet one who did not dare to be wrong or
even to be

To those who did not to sing out of tune
Or sing a different
To march to the of a different drum and speak
the truths fear
Just give me one to live or die for

So here's to comrades and far
Who've raised a glass raised your
Years have some would say
They have not been
Yet these are the of war
And we yet we stand
Bloodied yet

is the standart with which I bear
What do we fly when marching to war
Only a nation that dare not its name
Nor can ever shed its

So to comrades near and far
Raised a glass, raised
Years have passed to the grave
But is the song we chose to sing
To the end, to the end