Luyện nghe bài hát Galahad

Galahad fell in
Seven days the hunt
She was not of his
So the love was never to
They went to look for the scraps
Wherever could
She told him not to run with the but he knew that he should.
Or there'd be no

The weak sun of the Autumn
Carried through a lovers haze
Then the bugle call
For Galahad his and all
And the fileds ran with the
But he away
Though they called and he knew that he
But he another day
And there'd be no

High they searched, low looked
Under hedge, field
Lying for all to see
With a not of his breed
There was Galahad the hunting
Well now you've found
You're weak and your must eat
(So to you're bound?)
Now they're on his bones