Luyện nghe bài hát Call To War

Tables and streets of gold
You bed your tears from stories
is set so we can fly
But times are set and hearts are

Till a southern wind me six feet down
My feet won't until my love is found

when the mountains fell
Like pennies a wishing well
Wish day would come
When I would march them far from

Till a southern wind me six feet down
My feet march on holy ground

Our may end in vain
we walk the fields of the slain
When to war from trumpets tall
Love will see the fall

called to war from trumpets tall
Love will see the fall