Luyện nghe bài hát Harold Land

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

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

Now he's marching soldiers in the
As on to war rode
A long thin line of human
Damnation as load

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

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

Harold Land, with a wave of his
sadly on the stage
Clutching red from a badge
But he look his age

two years had passed
Between his leaving and back
He had his love and youth
While the attack
Leading the

In it could be said
Well war your heart is dead
Well not hard to understand
There is no in Harold Land