Luyện nghe bài hát Battle of Evermore

Queen of took her bow
And then she to go,
The Prince of Peace the gloom
And the night alone.
Oh, dance in the of night,
to the morn - ing light.
The dark Lord in force tonight
And time tell us all.
Oh, throw your plow and hoe,
not to lock your homes.
Side by side we the might
Of the darkest of all.
I the horses' thunder
Down in the blow,
I'm waiting for the of Avalon,
for the eastern glow.
The apples of the hold,
The of happiness,
The is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Oh,-------dance in the of night,
sing to the light.
The apples turn to brown and black, The face is red.
Oh the war is common cry, Pick up you and fly.
The sky is with good and bad
mortals never know.
Oh, well, the is long, The beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, Waiting for the glow.
The pain of war cannot
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the wall,
The wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
Sing as you your bow,
Shoot than before.
No comfort has the at night
lights the face so cold.
Oh in the dark of night,
to the mornin' light.
The magic runes are in gold
To bring the balance back, it back.
At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue by,
With flames from the dragon of
The sunlight his eyes.