Luyện nghe bài hát Wars Of Germany

Oh, woe be to the
That my love away
And woe be to the bitter
I shed this day

And woe be to the bloody
Of high
For they've off my own true love
Left a broken to bleed

The drums in the morning
Before the of day
And the wee, wee pipes played and shrill
yet the morn was gray

And the bonnie flags all unfurled
Was a sight to see
But sorrow for my lad
Who marched to

Oh, woe be to the
That my love away
And woe be to the tears
I shed this day

And woe be to the
our men are forced to be
And woe be to the wars
That stole my love me