Luyện nghe bài hát High Ideals

There's a ladder tear in my high
Like I a chair on the battlefield
And any noble friend was burning in my chest
Is acid in my belly at the very

There's a bayonet in my things
It was made in the USA to the King
With all the sinew, the
And all the bones it splintered are
It's passed from hand to hand with the rings

Oh down, little heart of mine
Oh down, you do double time
You're so far away but she's right by your side
Oh settle down, little of mine, ooh