Luyện nghe bài hát 1692(Glen Coe Massacre)

(copyright Nazareth, Tunes,inc.-ascap)

Mist upon the hill can murder,
Mist upon the hill that flowed with blood,
Helped to up an approaching army,
Hid the killing in the eyes of men.

Sitting by the was a sentry sleeping,
Rolled up in their beds were children play,
Unsuspecting was to fall upon them,
of them would see the dawn next day.

Bloody were the blades fell on children,
Hate the blinding tried to kill a name,
The mountains only know all the souls died there,
Glen Coe from day can recall the shame.