Luyện nghe bài hát Crown of Thorns

Fire of the sun, crumble into dust
The seed scatter and die
Light in her eyes, black in their lives
We 'round the funeral pyre

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

Never in a million or so
Did we suffer so bloodshed

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

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

Never in a million or so
Did we suffer so 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 bloodshed