Luyện nghe bài hát Marching Song

In a wilderness of thoughts
Battling with your minds
And walking on empty
Where so calm even drowning rains

Soldier on to this song
Head held high with eyes strong
Dropping thud, cymbal crash
The mud, it is thick with desires to

Your feet's in earth, boots are sinking
Sink with the of long lost thinking
And armies of many are their fights
Lost in the blackness, they're their sights

veins are my trenches, my gun is my own
The fall heavy with delicate moans

Arms and legs, and nail
Our fragile are destined to fail
For this has been run through
Therefore, captains and comrades, I bid you all