Luyện nghe bài hát A Leader On Losing Control

music and by Corb Lund

I tried my to stop them, yes, I tried to make them wait
And I appealed to decency show mercy on this day
I issued strong orders on pain of death and disarray
But in the end they would not and raised their lances anyway

Men of no account they were, their breeding and low
With not a trace of wisdom, Grace or virtue in their
Yet trained them long and hard I did to bend to the crown
To act as tools of justice, follow handed down

You see these were not militia men, a-fighting for homes
Nor fathers, sons nor husbands, sire, but on loan
Mercenary killers, soldiers to a man
out with vengeance one cannot accept or understand

I not instill the discipline 'twas duty to inspire
And responded in the end to instincts of the basest kind
Now on my before you here, I drop my eyes in shame
Albeit little consolation take my head for I'm to

O, so spoke the leader on control