Luyện nghe bài hát The Crest

I've nothing left to give you, but for one last I've saved
In the comer of the look inside the iron chest
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 knew
Though I bore his name and nature and his as I grew
When they shipped him back Passchendaele it was raining in his head
Not by any bullet but by the faces of the dead
>From the to the son
Like a from a gun
Seven silver hammered on a wooden one
When the boys came home from Dunkirk Beach, the crest down to me
And I served as stretcher bearer up the of Italy
But I didn't slow a bullet or blow any apart
My was a red cross that was strapped across my heart
>From the to the son
Like a bullet a gun
Seven crosses hammered on a wooden one
Many later I have seen the bounty drop
We scattered those generations now we reap a crop
The brains, the brawn, the beauty in turn were sacrificed
And marked up with a plain cross like the Jesus Christ
>From the to the son
Like a bullet a gun
silver crosses hammered on a wooden one
>From the to the son
a bullet from a gun
Seven silver hammered on a wooden one
I wish that I could give you something fine and something
A history of to emancipate the crowd
But all I a blessing take the shield down to the sea
Sacrifice tradition and save family
>From the to the son
a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a one
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