Luyện nghe bài hát Poppy Day

We'll remember when that wreath is just a crown of to drape
around your helmet - hide out anywhere at all. remember when
you're no more a poem on a grave - a sideline for the guy who
writes the birthday but never signs his name. He's got your
number, feels your pain... though you're from the mantel-piece
and got your rifle trained. It's pointing at the T.V. Shall
we tell you when to fire? There's a we all hate... it's not
a late show so you won't be tired. We remember how you the war
films, and hid behind the sofa throwing of silver paper. We
remember. We remember. got our poppies on. We hear the clock
out eleven. We remember, we remember it's Poppy Day. (You
shall not old!)