Luyện nghe bài hát Blessed Are The Dead

A great sign
Under the stars and the
Sound of horses
On clouds of lightning and

A dark storm
To scorch the earth for many
A winter
Worse than any cold or war

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

The doctrine of
Nation rise against nation
Wash me in and let me be
The of the dead

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

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

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

The synagogue of
Nation will rise against
me in blood and let me be
The of the dead

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

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