Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Song

From playing fields to fields: just one small step of madness.
training, uniform, boys together shower together.
Rank and file can be just fine but not what we're here for.
So, sign upon the line, be commissioned, Hell for leather.

How we sang that old song, from Pirates of Penzance.
Foemen bearing steel, we slapped our chests and our voices.
No mad poets we, or painters twee but young men with a
To flex our might for all that's right when face with choices.

Wrapped in the old school song, we fly our high.
Bravo! The old song! Harsh reality, by and by.

Dad delivered us the Hun and we reflect his selfless deed
On this plain of conflict where special forces, choppers need.
Fly-boy coming to collect you, lift you up and then you.
Be this gung or be ho, may glorious battle resurrect you.

Wrapped in the old song, we fly our colours high.
Bravo! The old song! Harsh reality, by and by.