Luyện nghe bài hát The Great One-Handed Brag

And though the fires are
the pillars 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 everyting is
the war is won
he's standing all
the winds blow cold
his story must be
the great brag

all the bodies decaying
you come up smelling of
you the final decision
to on
you think of josephine
back home where were green
and no sweat, no blood, no stench,
no coil.

everything is done
the war is won
he's all alone
the russian blow cold
his story be told
the great brag

(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 up and face defeat
and half a men lie dying

when is done
the war is won
standing all alone
the winds blow cold
the story must be
the one-handed brag