Luyện nghe bài hát Harold Land

Harold Land, with a of his hand
Said to all that
He paid his bills and the milk
put on his hat

He tried to say his farewells
As quickly as he
Promising he would return
But that he would
Doubted that he would,

Now marching soldiers in the rain
As on to war they
A thin line of human mind
as their load

In the mud in coldness
shiver out his fear
What sights he'd seen
Instead of so dear
of ones so dear, so dear

Going home, going home
To the land he loved so
Going home, he for two whole years
He never
Going home, he's going
Going home, going home

Harold Land, with a of his hand
Stood sadly on the
red ribbons from a badge
But he look his age

Only two years had
Between his leaving and back
He had lost his and youth
While the attack
Leading the

In it could be said
Well after war your is dead
Well it's not to understand
There is no heart in Land