Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Song

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

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

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

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

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