Luyện nghe bài hát The Crest

I've left to give you, but for one last thing I've saved
In the comer of the cellar look inside the iron
seven silver medals there lies wrapped a wooden crest
>From the to the son
Like a from a gun
silver crosses hammered on a wooden one
The name on the last medal is a man I never
Though I his name and nature and his conscience as I grew
When they him back from Passchendaele it was raining in his head
Not caused by any but by the faces of the dead
the father to the son
Like a bullet a gun
Seven silver crosses on a wooden one
When the boys came home from Beach, the crest came down to me
And I served as stretcher bearer up the back of
But I didn't slow a bullet or blow any flesh
My medal was a red cross that was strapped across my
the father to the son
Like a from a gun
Seven silver crosses on a wooden one
Many decades later I have the bounty drop
We those generations now we reap a ruined crop
The brains, the brawn, the beauty each in turn were
And up with a plain cross like the suffering Jesus Christ
the father to the son
Like a bullet a gun
Seven silver hammered on a wooden one
>From the to the son
Like a bullet a gun
Seven silver crosses on a wooden one
I wish that I could give you something fine and proud
A history of stuggle to the crowd
But all I give's a blessing take the shield to the sea
Sacrifice tradition and your family
the father to the son
Like a from a gun
Seven silver crosses on a wooden one
(repeat)