Luyện nghe bài hát Island of No Return

Digging all day and digging all
To my foxhole out of sight
into dinner on a plate on my knees
The smell of damp webbing in the breeze

in my stomach, fear in the sky
I eat my dinner with a eye
After all this it won't be the
Messing around on plain

Pick up your feet, in, move out
going to a party way down south
Me and the out on a spree
Damned from here to

I can already taste the in my mouth
We're going to a way down south

I hate flat land, there's no cover
For sons and fathers and and lovers
I can take the killing, I can take the
But I talk to Sun reporters

I never thought I would be
fascists in the southern sea
I saw one and in his hand
Was a weapon was made in Birmingham

Pick up your feet, in, move out
We're to a party way down south
Me and the corporal out on a
from here to eternity

I can already the blood in my mouth
We're going to a party way down

I wish Kipling and the were here
To record our pursuits for
Me and the out on a spree
from here to eternity, oh