Luyện nghe bài hát Blessed Are The Dead

A great sign
Under the stars and the
Sound of galloping
On clouds of and thunder

A dark storm
To scorch the earth for generations
A winter
than any cold or holy war

A horse on the clouds of death
A red to end all wars
A pale and pestilence led by
A horse with famine and scales

The doctrine of
Nation will rise against
me in blood and let me be
The firstborn of the

A crowned with arrows and bow
A red rider a great fiery sword
come from the one called death
Horror and apocalypse

Ride, you four horsemen ride again?
Before this kingdom is blown to come
Ride, I hold to what I believe till I see my name in stone
Blessed are the

A white horse on the of death
A red warhorse to end all
A pale and pestilence led by
A horse with famine and scales

The synagogue of
Nation will against nation
Wash me in and let me be
The firstborn of the

A rider with arrows and bow
A red rider a great fiery sword
come from the one called death
Horror and follows

Ride, won't you four ride again?
Before kingdom is blown to kingdom come
Ride, I hold fast to what I believe I see my name in stone
are the dead