Luyện nghe bài hát The Great One-Handed Brag

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

everyting is done
the war is won
standing all alone
the russian winds cold
his story be told
the great brag

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

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

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

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

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