Luyện nghe bài hát No More (the Submariner)

In my youth, I played at trains: now all is gone.
In my dreams, brief shelter the rain,
I try to the fireglow...
with Dinky Toys, I thought I was Stirling;
cricket bat, I say myself as Peter May;
now, with all these returning,
I wonder who I am
As a child, I refought the war, plastic planes
and
I sank Tirpitz, up the Mohne dam, these 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 against the Panzer Korps,
of simply 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 faculties for increase,
till we everything and nothing,
too late, at the finish.
In my youth, I belief: 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 serried of black!
A or an Orangeman, a eunuch...
then doubt never cast the dagger in my back.
Oh! To be King or Douglas Bader,
Humphrey or Victor Mature!
one is false and easy,
which one
that,
of this,
of me
I'm not too sure.