Luyện nghe bài hát The Great One-Handed Brag

And the fires are burning
under the of learning
i hear the wind is still
"go home"
and looking out of your
you see a brave new
and no one is in your way

when is done
the war is won
standing all alone
the russian winds blow
his must be told
the great one-handed

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

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

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

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

everyting is done
the war is won
he's standing all
the winds blow cold
the story be told
the one-handed brag