Luyện nghe bài hát Harold Land

Harold Land, a wave of his hand
goodbye to all that
He paid his bills and stopped the
put on his hat

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

Now he's marching in the rain
As on to war rode
A long thin line of mind
as their load

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

Going home, he's home
To the land he so well
Going home, he fought for two years
He fell
Going home, he's going
home, he's going home

Harold Land, with a of his hand
Stood on the stage
red ribbons from a badge
But he didn't his age

Only two had passed
Between his leaving and back
He had lost his and youth
While leading the
the attack

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