Luyện nghe bài hát The Crest

I've nothing left to give you, but for one last thing I've
In the comer of the cellar look the iron chest
Bearing seven silver medals there wrapped a wooden crest
the father to the son
Like a bullet a gun
silver crosses hammered on a wooden one
The name on the last is a man I never knew
Though I bore his name and nature and his conscience as I
When shipped him back from Passchendaele it was raining in his head
Not caused by any bullet but by the faces of the
the father to the son
Like a from a gun
Seven silver crosses on a wooden one
When the boys came home from Dunkirk Beach, the crest came to me
And I served as stretcher up the back of Italy
But I slow a bullet or blow any flesh apart
My medal was a red cross was strapped across my heart
the father to the son
Like a from a gun
Seven crosses hammered on a wooden one
decades later I have seen the bounty drop
We those generations now we reap a ruined crop
The brains, the brawn, the beauty in turn were sacrificed
And marked up with a plain cross the suffering Jesus Christ
>From the to the son
a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses on a wooden one
>From the to the son
Like a from a gun
Seven silver crosses on a wooden one
I wish that I give you something fine and something proud
A history of stuggle to the crowd
But all I give's a blessing take the down to the sea
Sacrifice tradition and your family
>From the to the son
a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a one
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