Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of The Gods

We on the shoulders of giants
Like with the burden of faith
We clasped our in praise
of a conqueror's right to
This is a that has not passed
Our in one thousand years

So I call to you
stand as one
Rebels your voices
If not all is lost

This is the death of the and make no

The is lost and Zeus is laughing
So Mars God of war can you a lightning bolt
To smash the temple of the
The Tiber is over with the blood of
men

And so we stood, among thieves, and

Whose names shall live in eternal rest and
Disgraced kings with their pious men
Who us all with the bloodied spear of destiny

You knew my name before I was
You knew my death from the it passed my

This is the death of the
and gone with Pearse in the grave
Haunted to the end by the ghosts of army
Skeletal fingers on the trigger of Collins'
And Parnell's are turned to nothing but dust

"And I say to my people's beware, beware of the
thing that is coming, of the risen people, who shall
take we would not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is
than life and men's desire to be free?"

(Padraig Pearse, "The Rebell")