Luyện nghe bài hát Bloodied Yet Unbowed

I've told you once I've told you a thousand
No and no remorse
No 4 am whiskey wisdom or bloody
knuckled
Do I regret and not a single will I ever

You may say I have lost to a man
This may be I cannot protest or lie
Yet maybe one who did not dare to be or
to be right

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

So to comrades near and far
raised a glass raised your voices
Years have passed some say
They not been kind
Yet these are the of war
And we remain yet we
Bloodied yet

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

So here's to comrades and far
Raised a glass, hell
Years have closer to the grave
But this is the song we to sing
To the end, to the end