Luyện nghe bài hát The Great One-Handed Brag

And the fires are burning
under the of learning
i hear the is still howling
"go home"
and out of your window
you see a new tomorrow
and no one is standing in way

when everyting is
the war is won
he's all alone
the winds blow cold
his story must be
the great brag

through all the decaying
you come up of roses
you take the decision
to on
you of sweet josephine
back home where were green
and no sweat, no blood, no stench,
no coil.

when is done
the war is won
he's standing all
the russian winds blow
his story must be
the great one-handed

(verse en francais)
[ Roughly as:
In colorful
On the big
I hear the wind
me
It's the ]

oh
and the are all in retreat
you'd wise up and face defeat
and a million men lie dying

when everyting is
the war is won
he's standing all
the russian winds cold
the must be told
the great one-handed