Luyện nghe bài hát The Final Fight

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To the swallows roosting beneath me
To the moonlight trickling by
I come down to this bridge I'm troubled
And oh I am troubled

I was tucking my girl in at bedtime
And as I got up she on my arm
And she asked of those underground
And who are the they'll harm

I her

Some the final fight
be won with greatest might
Weapons what make us strong
No I believe that are wrong
So I raise my voice up and clear
To let them know that I am
For if we don't stand and
I believe they'll be right

It is of a shame than a hopelessness
That I feel on the bridge at hour
We feed the shadow of fear with our
Now intoxicated with power

For regardless of the war hits
releasing our skies
They are our kinship of nations
And the hope in our own children's

And as I watch the big dipper blackness
Down over this fading light
My reminds me that the morning sun
Can rise up through the of night

And though our governments tell us different
My heart knows one and the same
In their the sun warms the wheatfield
like my beloved Ukraine

believe...

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David Wilcox, all reserved