Luyện nghe bài hát Field Of Sorrow

The memory on of the arrival of dawn.
saw the beacon aflame,
Burning with sorrow for the lives would be lost.
And the went ashore,
Sounds of filled the air.
Towards the city marched.

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

a superior force for high society.
Sheltered the walls,
Holding the that forever could be lost.
Outside the city
The peasant fights on
Towards imminent doom.

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

From the protection of
the blood stained plains
Reeking of shame.
Children and cripples of the battle was lost.
Trembling open the gates
For the of fire,
As they had to hide.

Fill up the barrels and with all your gold.
Build me a throne to 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.
Both booty and lying deep.