Luyện nghe bài hát Demons Rising

The crown, my
Like a burden does it
I all alone
In a and empty dream

is the bitter taste
Of the blarney outta
There was a life to
And the did it well

as I sit
On a cold and throne
The thanes, men
All fled, I am alone

is the bitter taste
Of my hopes about to
was a life to waste
I see demons tall

No use to run and
No use to run and

Now as my dreams lie there in
Where is the after all
Now as I stand amidst the
I see demons rising tall, demons rising

I am invincible
No fear in my heart be
No man, man of born
have power over me

Yet there is a bitter
Of the madness that did
I had a life to
I see demons tall

They have me to a stake
I fly, but bear-like I must fight the course
What's he that was not of woman?
Such a one am I to or none

What is thy
Thou'lt be afraid to it
No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter than any is in hell
My name's

The devil could not pronounce
A title hateful to mine ear
No, nor fearful, thou liest, abhorred tyrant
With my sword prove the lie thou speak'st

Thou wast of woman, but swords I smile at
Weapons laugh to scorn, brandished by man that's of a born
Why should 1 play the fool, and die on mine own sword?
Whiles I see lives, the gashes do better them

Turn, hell-hound,
Macduff, of all men I have avoided thee
But get thee back, my soul is too charged
blood of thine already

I no words, my voice is in my sword
Thou bloodier villain than terms can give out

Thou labor, as easy mayst thou
The intrenchant air with thy keen sword as make me bleed
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests, I bear a charmed
Which must not yield to one of born

thy charm and let the angel whom thou
Still hast tell thee Macduff
Was from his mother's womb ripped
Accursed be tongue that tells me so

For it cowed my better part of man
And be these juggling no more believed
That with us in a double sense
That the word of promise to our ear
And break it to our hope, I'll not fight thee

Then thee, coward, I will not yield
To kiss the ground before your
And to be baited with the curse
Though thou being of no woman born, yet I will try the last

Before my I throw my warlike shield
Lay on, Macduff and damned be him that cries
Hold, enough, my may have turned to black
But at least I 'II die harness on my back