Luyện nghe bài hát No More (the Submariner)

In my youth, I played at trains: now all is gone.
In my dreams, brief from the rain,
I try to the fireglow...
with Toys, I thought that I was Stirling;
with bat, I say myself as Peter May;
now, with all these returning,
I who I am today?
As a child, I refought the war, plastic planes
and
I sank Tirpitz, blew up the Mohne dam, and more--
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 trench against the Korps,
instead of being one who talks,
and of his fantasies,
as though was nothing but to lose...
these only antecede the that, eventually,
he choose....
a h
allmark of
that our diminish
as our for choice increase,
till we choose and nothing,
too late, at the finish.
In my youth, I held my faith and thought were strong.
But now I'm stripped of every leaf, and it me
of the of right and wrong.
Oh! To be the son of Che Guevara!
One unit in the ranks of black!
A or an Orangeman, a eunuch...
then doubt never cast the dagger in my back.
Oh! To be John or Douglas Bader,
Humphrey Bogart or Mature!
Which one is and easy,
which one
that,
of this,
of me
I'm not too sure.