Luyện nghe bài hát No More (the Submariner)

In my youth, I played at now all steam is gone.
In my dreams, shelter from the rain,
I try to the fireglow...
Dinky Toys, I thought that I was Stirling;
with cricket bat, I say myself as May;
now, all these images returning,
I wonder who I am
As a child, I the war, with plastic planes
and
I sank Tirpitz, blew up the Mohne dam, these and
I was the of the Nation!
Oh! To be the of a ship of war!
The of a Tempest or a York!
To hold my against the Panzer Korps,
instead of being one who talks,
and of his fantasies,
as though life was but to lose...
only antecede the knowledge that, eventually,
he choose....
a h
allmark of
that our diminish
as our for choice increase,
we choose everything and nothing,
too late, at the finish.
In my youth, I held belief: my faith and were strong.
But now I'm stripped of leaf, and it robs me
of the sight of and wrong.
Oh! To be the son of Che Guevara!
One unit in the serried of black!
A or an Orangeman, a eunuch...
then doubt would cast the dagger in my back.
Oh! To be King John or Bader,
Bogart or Victor Mature!
Which one is and easy,
which one
that,
of this,
of me
I'm not too sure.