Luyện nghe bài hát Snelsmore Wood

I woke still half-dreaming I was out of the trees
and tumbling down the sky
cold, so cold sometime before dawn
searching for a light and reaching round for my
we believe, so must call, rise
The roll into the coming daylight
Let it not be said that must die
without some mark being made of its

As if all the should now hold its breath
These are the that we'll recall
when the are off the faces
and there's to fight for
All the lines down in the Soul
You can let your anger crazy

There's echoed down towards the Kennet Canal
and wood-smoke on the air
And the Yellow Jackets stand with the Thick Line
backs to the woods in the fresh carpet of snow
Snelsmore Wood, The Chase, Road
Reddings Copse, Tothill through Andover Grove
Let it not be that everything must die
without some being made of its passing

As if all the world should now hold its . . .