Luyện nghe bài hát The Retreat

They laid beneath the pine trees with their caps over eyes
They were drunk with home and as they brushed away the flies
In an instant before the sunrise had gunned the rebels down
As their flags were torn at half mast in the ruins of the

were white sails on the water for the crippled on the beach
There was a lack of ammunition so the cause was
When the blew at breakfast and they knew their ships were in
Signs of grand were carried on the wind

Take it home, take it low, take
Came the message the front
For the captains, quarters must retreat
Pack the compass, pack the tents, the bunks

They just chalked it down in history but kept their uniforms
They put their medals on the sideboards and they went back to farms
For it was a mere reminder that they stood beside the best
That God had saved the chosen few and the took the rest