Luyện nghe bài hát The Great One-Handed Brag

And though the fires are
the pillars of learning
i hear the wind is howling
"go home"
and looking out of your
you see a new tomorrow
and no one is standing in way

when is done
the war is won
he's standing all
the russian winds blow
his story be told
the great brag

through all the bodies
you up smelling of roses
you take the decision
to on
you think of sweet
home where fields were green
and no sweat, no blood, no stench,
no coil.

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

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

oh
and the boys are all in
you'd better wise up and face
and half a million men lie

when is done
the war is won
standing all alone
the russian winds blow
the must be told
the great brag