Luyện nghe bài hát Field Of Sorrow

The memory lingers on of the of dawn.
saw the beacon aflame,
Burning with sorrow for the lives that be lost.
And the troops ashore,
of drums filled the air.
Towards the they marched.

all the young ones, called the old.
Summoned the people to up and be bold.

a superior force for high society.
Sheltered the walls,
Holding the riches that forever be lost.
the city gates
The peasant army on
their imminent doom.

Cross the Field of Sorrow soul still cry
As an echo the blackened day.
the Field of Sorrow
There are whispers and
From burning and dismay.

From the protection of
Beheld the blood stained
Reeking of shame.
and cripples of the battle that was lost.
Trembling hands open the
For the of fire,
As had nowhere to hide.

Fill up the barrels and with all your gold.
me a throne to rest upon.
Fear not the of the fallen,
Hear not the of the crows.

And so they sailed off the gold.

In the of the sea
They caught by a storm.
booty and crew's lying deep.