Luyện nghe bài hát What's Left Of The Flag

His eyes they
and his last spoke
he had all to be seen
a once full
now an vase
the blossums
on his grave

away me boy
walk me boy
and by we'll be free
wipe golden tear
from your mother
and raise left
of the for me
the rosery beads
count 1 2 3
fell apart as they hit the
in a garb of
we pay respect
to the we were born to mourn
walk away me
walk me boys
and my morning we'll be
wipe golden tear
from your dear
and what's left
of the for me

In a spiked
an angry wound
of hatered and remourse
where I and scratch
at the mess
silent rage that now my lungs
for there are many
to a man they say
with bayonette axe or
but son a fired
from a guise
leaves but the of a Thompson gun

walk me boy
walk me boys
and by morning we'll be
wipe that tear
from your dear
and raise what's
of the for me

from the east out to the shore
where many men and many will fall
but no angel flys with me
though freedom on all
and curse the name for
we slaved our
so every man chose Come
But sure as turns day
it's the fashion
oh my god
what have done
with rage
well the dogged
but the dead again you fools

walk away me
walk me boys
and my morning