Luyện nghe bài hát Ragged Old Flag

I walked a county courthouse square
On a park bench an old man was sitting
I said, "Your old courthouse is run down"

He said, "No, do for our little town"
I said, "Your old flagpole has leaned a bit
And that's a Old Flag you got hanging on it"

He said, "Have a seat," and I sat
"Is this the first time you've been to our town?"
I said, "I it is" He said, "I don't like to brag
But kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag

You see, we got a little hole in that flag there
Washington took it across the
And it got powder-burned the Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it, 'Say Can You See'

And it got a bad rip in New
Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams
And it fell at the Alamo
Beside the flag, but she waved on though

She got cut with a sword at
And she got cut again at Hill
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and
And the south wind blew on that Ragged Old Flag

On Flanders Field in War I
She got a big from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in War II
She hung limp and low by the time it was

She was in Korea and
She went where she was sent by her Sam
She waved from our ships upon the briny
And now about quit waving her back here at home

In her own good land here been abused
been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused
And the government for which she
Is throughout the land

And she's threadbare and she's wearing thin
But she's in good shape for the shape in
'Cause been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a lot more

So we raise her up every morning, we take her down night
We don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up
On second thought, I do like to
'Cause I'm proud of the Ragged Old Flag