Luyện nghe bài hát What's Left Of The Flag

His they close
and his breath spoke
he had seen all to be
a life full
now an empty
the blossums
on his grave

walk me boy
walk me boy
and by morning we'll be
wipe that tear
from your mother
and raise what's
of the for me
the rosery beads
count 1 2 3
fell 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 golden
your mother dear
and raise left
of the for me

In a spiked
an angry festered
of hatered and remourse
where I and scratch
at the mess
silent rage that now my lungs
for there are ways
to kill a man say
with bayonette axe or
but son a bullet
a shapeless guise
leaves but the shell of a gun

away me boy
walk me boys
and by morning be free
wipe that tear
from your dear
and what's left
of the for me

from the east out to the western
many men and many more will fall
but no angel flys me tonight
though freedom on all
and the name for which
we slaved our
so every man chose Come
But sure as night day
it's the fashion
oh my god
what they done
madmen rage
well the dogged
but the dead again you fools

away me boys
walk away me
and my we'll