Luyện nghe bài hát Southampton Dock

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

And gathered at the
They all agreed with on heart
To the sacrificial knives

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

In quiet desperation, knuckles white upon the reins
She bravely waves the boys again
Oh, Maggie what have you

And still the dark stain spreads
shoulder 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 felt the final cut