Luyện nghe bài hát Crown of Thorns

Fire of the sun, crumble into dust
The seed shall and die
in her eyes, pours black in their lives
We gather 'round the pyre

And we stand in Old England's land
Shattered glass on the
There are no words to console this
Restore Old pride

Never in a million or so
Did we suffer so much

Here comes the man with the warm and gentle
Her name burnt into his
in her eyes, her back to the cries
We spit upon the that never was

And we stand in Old England's land
The is choked by its thorn
She will cast salt for your
Old wears no crown

in a million or so years
Did we so much bloodshed

in a million or so years
We didn't want to hurt you but not over yet
No, never in a million or so
Did we suffer so much