Luyện nghe bài hát Southampton Dock

They in '45
And no one and no one smiled
There were too spaces in the line
Gathered at the
All agreed with hand on
To sheath the knives
(Thats right)

But now
She stands upon dock
her handkerchief
And her summer
Clings to her wet in the rain
In quiet knuckles
White upon the reins
She waves the boys goodbye again

Still the dark stain spreads
Their blades
A mute reminder of the poppy and graves
When the fight was
We spent what had made
But in the bottom of our
We the final cut