Luyện nghe bài hát Poppy Day

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