Luyện nghe bài hát Call To Arms

From hands that beat us senseless offerings of apparent help

From mouths that told judges come pleas of disarmament

As we lay wounded in growing with explosive fury

fly the white flag at half mast
Calling for, the laying of arms
Calling for a truce, must be..
They must be it to think we'll just pick up our bruised bodies and gather at their feet

No truce, no mercy, no surrender, no rest, no more, is war

the hour near's and we prepare for attack

no truce,no mercy,no surrender,no rest,no more,this is war