Luyện nghe bài hát Battle of Evermore - Lovemongers

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 Lord rides in force
And will tell us all.
Oh, down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock homes.
Side by side we the might
Of the of them all.
I the horses' thunder
in the valley blow,
I'm waiting for the of Avalon,
Waiting for the 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 brown and black, The face is red.
Oh the war is cry, Pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled good and bad
That mortals know.
Oh, well, the night is long, The beads of time slow,
eyes on the sunrise, Waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the wall,
The ring wraiths in black, Ride on.
Sing as you your bow,
Shoot than before.
No comfort has the at night
That lights the so cold.
Oh dance in the of night,
Sing to the light.
The magic are writ in gold
To bring the balance back, it back.
At last the sun is shining, The of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of
The sunlight his eyes.