Luyện nghe bài hát Remember The Alamo

And a hundred and eighty were challenged by to die
By the line that he drew with his sword when the was nigh
Any man that would fight to the death over
But him that would live, fly
And over the line a hundred and seventy nine

Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your below!
That men, wherever they go will remember the

Bowie lay dying, but his was ready and dry
Flat on his back, Bowie him a few in reply
And young David Crockett was singing and
With gallantry in his eyes
For God and for freedom, a man more willing to die

Hey Santa Anna, killing your soldiers below!
That men, wherever they go remember the Alamo

And then they sent a young scout the battlements, bloody and loud
With the words of farewell from a garrison and proud
"Grieve not little darling, my dying, if Texas is and free
never surrender and ever with liberty be"

Hey Santa Anna, we're killing soldiers below!
That men, wherever go will remember the Alamo