Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Crusade

King Richard upon them
3000 I am
Slit stomachs in search of jewels
In of Islams gold.

On the road from
crucifying thieves
Crows are pecking at eyes
While the run free

I've been told that you've been
Believing in the that you've been sold
And I hear you fear the way
A damn dream can disappear

They marched on through the
The skies lit by burning
gobbled up the cities
To the sound of raging

When they reached the Holy
They their thanks to God
They on the Temple stones
And the filthy mob.

I've been told that been bold
in the shit that you've been sold
And I hear that you the way
A simple damn can disappear

The rich they get richer
The poor still spill their
The grow in Kandahar
And the oil flows in Saud.