Luyện nghe bài hát The Retreat

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

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

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

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