Luyện nghe bài hát What's Left Of The Flag

His eyes they
and his last breath
he had all to be seen
a life once
now an vase
wilt the
on his early

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

In a ruin
an festered wound
full of hatered and
where I pick and
at the blooded
silent rage that now my lungs
for are many ways
to kill a man say
with bayonette axe or
but son a fired
from a shapeless
leaves but the of a Thompson gun

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

from the out to the western shore
where many men and many will fall
but no flys with me tonight
though reigns on all
and curse the for which
we slaved our
so every man chose Kingdom
But sure as night day
the fashion pallay
oh my god
what have done
madmen rage
well the craze
but the dead rise you fools

walk me boys
walk me boys
and my morning