Luyện nghe bài hát The Great One-Handed Brag

And though the are burning
under the pillars of
i hear the is still howling
"go home"
and looking out of window
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 cold
his must be told
the great one-handed

through all the bodies
you come up smelling of
you the final decision
to on
you of sweet josephine
back home where fields were
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 must be told
the great brag

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

oh
and the are all in retreat
better wise up and face defeat
and half a million men lie

when is done
the war is won
he's standing all
the russian blow cold
the story must be
the great brag