Luyện nghe bài hát Crown of Thorns

Fire of the sun, flowers into dust
The shall scatter and die
Light in her eyes, black in their lives
We gather 'round the pyre

And here we stand in Old England's
Shattered on the ground
There are no to console this earth
Old England's pride

Never in a million or so
Did we suffer so much

comes the man with the warm and gentle hands
Her name burnt into his
Scorn in her eyes, her to the cries
We spit upon the life that was

And here we stand in Old land
The rose is by its thorn
She will cast for your wound
Old wears no crown

Never in a million or so
Did we suffer so much

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