Luyện nghe bài hát Battle of Evermore

Queen of took her bow
And she turned to go,
The Prince of embraced the gloom
And the night alone.
Oh, dance in the of night,
to the morn - ing light.
The dark rides in force tonight
And will tell us all.
Oh, throw your plow and hoe,
not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the
Of the of them all.
I hear the horses'
in the valley blow,
I'm for the angels of Avalon,
Waiting for the glow.
The apples of the hold,
The of happiness,
The ground is from tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Oh,-------dance in the of night,
to the morning light.
The apples to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.
Oh the war is common cry, up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with and bad
That mortals know.
Oh, well, the is long, The beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, for the eastern glow.
The pain of war exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the wall,
The ring wraiths in black, Ride on.
as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter before.
No has the fire at night
lights the face so cold.
Oh in the dark of night,
to the mornin' light.
The runes are writ in gold
To the balance back, Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, The clouds of roll by,
With flames from the of darkness
The blinds his eyes.