Luyện nghe bài hát Blessed Are The Dead

A great appeared
Under the and the moon
Sound of horses
On clouds of and thunder

A gathering storm
To scorch the earth for generations
A winter
Worse than any cold or war

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

The of hatred
Nation will against nation
Wash me in and let me be
The of the dead

A crowned rider with and bow
A red rider a great fiery sword
Flames come from the one called
and apocalypse follows

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

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

The synagogue of
will rise against nation
Wash me in and let me be
The of the dead

A crowned rider arrows and bow
A red rider with a 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 fast to what I believe till I see my name in
are the dead