Luyện nghe bài hát Crown of Thorns

Fire of the sun, flowers crumble dust
The seed scatter and die
Light in her eyes, pours in their lives
We gather the funeral pyre

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

Never in a or so years
Did we suffer so much

Here comes the man with the warm and hands
Her burnt into his brow
Scorn in her eyes, her back to the
We spit the life that never was

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

in a million or so years
Did we suffer so much

Never in a or so years
We want to hurt you but it's not over yet
No, never in a million or so
Did we suffer so bloodshed