Luyện nghe bài hát Southampton Dock

They in '45
And no one spoke and no one
There were too spaces in the line

And at the cenotaph
They all agreed with hand on
To sheath the knives

But now, she upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief and her summer
to her wet body in the rain

In quiet desperation, knuckles upon the slippery reins
She bravely the boys goodbye again
Oh, what have you done?

And still the dark stain spreads
shoulder blades
A mute reminder of the poppy and graves

When the was over
We spent what had made, but
In the bottom of our we felt the final cut