Luyện nghe bài hát The Great One-Handed Brag

And though the are burning
under the pillars of
i hear the wind is howling
"go home"
and out of your window
you see a brave new
and no one is standing in way

everyting is done
the war is won
he's all alone
the russian winds cold
his must be told
the great brag

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

when everything is
the war is won
he's all alone
the russian blow cold
his must be told
the one-handed brag

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

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

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