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 lies wrapped a crest
the father to the son
Like a from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a one
The on the last medal is a man I never knew
Though I bore his name and nature and his conscience as I
When they shipped him back 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 hammered on a one
When the came home from Dunkirk Beach, the crest came down 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 that was across my heart
>From the to the son
Like a bullet a gun
silver crosses hammered on a wooden one
Many decades later I have seen the drop
We scattered those now we reap a ruined crop
The brains, the brawn, the beauty each in turn sacrificed
And marked up with a plain cross like the suffering Jesus
>From the to the son
a bullet from a gun
Seven silver hammered on a wooden one
>From the to the son
Like a bullet a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a one
I wish I could give you something fine and something proud
A of stuggle to emancipate the crowd
But all I give's a blessing the shield down to the sea
Sacrifice tradition and save family
the father to the son
Like a bullet a gun
Seven silver crosses on a wooden one
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