Luyện nghe bài hát Battle of Evermore - Lovemongers

Queen of took her bow
And she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace the gloom
And the night alone.
Oh, in the dark of night,
to the morn - ing light.
The dark Lord in force tonight
And time tell us all.
Oh, throw down plow and hoe,
not to lock your homes.
Side by we wait the might
Of the darkest of all.
I the horses' thunder
Down in the blow,
I'm for the angels of Avalon,
for the eastern glow.
The apples of the hold,
The of happiness,
The ground is rich tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Oh,-------dance in the of night,
sing to the light.
The apples turn to 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
mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long, The beads of time slow,
eyes on the sunrise, Waiting for the eastern glow.
The of war cannot exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the wall,
The ring ride in black, Ride on.
Sing as you raise bow,
Shoot straighter before.
No comfort has the fire at
That lights the so cold.
Oh dance in the of night,
to the mornin' light.
The runes are writ in gold
To bring the back, Bring it back.
At the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames the dragon of darkness
The sunlight his eyes.