Luyện nghe bài hát 1692(Glen Coe Massacre)

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

by the fire was a sentry sleeping,
Rolled up in their beds were that play,
what was to fall upon them,
None of them would see the next day.

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