Luyện nghe bài hát Crown of Thorns

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

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

Never in a or so years
Did we so much bloodshed

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

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

Never in a 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 so much bloodshed