Luyện nghe bài hát Bloodied Yet Unbowed

I've told you once told you a thousand times
No regrets and no
No 4 am whiskey soaked wisdom or
politics
Do I regret and not a moment will I ever

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

To those who did not dare to out of tune
Or sing a different
To march to the beat of a different drum and
the truths others
Just me one thing to live or die for

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

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

So here's to near and far
Raised a glass, raised
Years passed closer to the grave
But this is the song we chose to
To the end, to the end