Luyện nghe bài hát Air For A Wise Celtic Fool

A butterfly with wings,
Songbird will never sing.
nature gives birth to many things,
That I never understand.
The sky is red, the bleeds,
From screams of death breeds,
Masters ears hear, but never heed,
They never understand.
Men wholl die to feed their
Men greed scoffs at paupers anger
do not share an equal blame,
But theyll meet maker all the same.
Collier, puddler, blacksmith,
or Iron master.
Saints and heroes, and knaves,
All make their to a lonely grave.
I the end is almost here,
Our hatred than our fear.
Men will soon shed blood, while women their tears;
Still theyll understand.
Ill and fight; I will not run,
But when bloodstained day is done-
I am not sure anyone,
Will ever, understand.
Will you ever