Luyện nghe bài hát Future Wars

A place in distant dreams
Mystic blow
Men mount birds of to war
And each others shore
Wizards and battle by night
One by cunning and might
Take what you can by and sabre
Just for perilous labour

Stands them a natural King
A man of barbaric
In a blade of steel he lays his
and taking his needs
Upon him the scars of battles by
From many who have gazed in his eye
Astride his mount he cursed and
Assembled his men in and ten
Onward we'll kill them all
is ours
We'll their heads and female slaves
Soon to their towers
Riding hard they rushed the
And scaled the granite
boiling oil and falling stone
His men it all

In streets the battle raged
Brave men and women were caged
Amidst the hoard, a roar
He gut the and kicked down the door
Sword in one hand, torch in the
Alert step of the way
If be true this place is cursed
stand guard night and day

Living hell in black
ungodly hosts
Upon the dais a ball of
Which binds them to post
than a striking cobra
Hit the and knocked it over
Shattered in a shower
The priests of have lost their power