Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Crusade

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

On the road from
crucifying thieves
Crows are at their eyes
While the hypocrites run

been told that you've been bold
Believing in the shit that you've sold
And I that you fear the way
A simple dream can disappear

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

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

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

The they still get richer
The poor still their blood
The poppies in Kandahar
And the oil still in Saud.