Luyện nghe bài hát Field Of Sorrow

The memory on of the arrival of dawn.
saw the beacon aflame,
Burning with sorrow for the that would be lost.
And the troops ashore,
Sounds of drums the air.
the city they marched.

Called all the young ones, the old.
Summoned the to stand up and be bold.

Fight a force for high society.
behind the walls,
Holding the riches that could be lost.
Outside the city
The army fights on
Towards their doom.

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

the protection of walls
Beheld the blood stained
of sacrifice's shame.
Children and of the battle that was lost.
hands open the gates
For the of fire,
As they had to hide.

Fill up the and chests with all your gold.
Build me a throne to upon.
Fear not the of the fallen,
not the cries of the crows.

And so they off with the gold.

In the of the sea
were caught by a storm.
Both and crew's lying deep.