🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Flowers Of Manchester - The Spinners

 One  and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
 Eight great  stalwarts conceded victory,
 Eight men who will never play  who met destruction there,
 The flowers of English football, the flowers  Manchester
 
 Matt Busby's boys  flying, returning from Belgrade,
 This great United family, all masters of their 
 The Pilot of the aircraft, the  Captain Thain,
 Three times they tried to take off and  turned back again.
 
 The third time down the  disaster followed close,
 There was a slush upon  runaway and the aircraft never rose,
 It ploughed into the marshy ground, it  it overturned.
 And eight of the team were killed as the blazing  burned.
 
 Roger Byrne and  Taylor who were capped for England's side.
 And Ireland's Billy Whelan and England's Geoff Bent 
 Mark Jones and  Colman, and David Pegg also,
 They all lost their lives  it ploughed on through the snow.
 
 Big  he went to, with an injury to his frame,
 And Ireland's brave Jack Blanchflower  never play again,
 The  Sir Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team
 Three long months passed by before he  again.
 
 The trainer, coach and secretary, and  member of the crew,
 Also eight sporting journalists who  United flew,
 and one of them Big Swifty, who we'll  forget,
 the finest English 'keeper that ever  the net.
 
 Oh, England's finest football team its  truly great,
 its proud successes mocked by a cruel  of fate.
 Eight men  never play again, who met destruction there,
 the flowers of English football,  flowers of Manchester.