Luyện nghe bài hát Air For A Wise Celtic Fool

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