Luyện nghe bài hát Images In The Nightsky

From the eyes, show depth of rage, release of the
Scorching is the
Underlined with a crest of gold, is the site
Three of massive teeth fall nothing short of razor sharp

Razor

crawls from the heart
form its three tongue
Guardian of the golden
of which I rid it of

Into the I ride
to conquer the beast of might
the labor it's called
most labor of all

Equipped with a spear
for I will not my fear
Triumphant the is to be
The dragon will bleed for me

My single spear pierces his
in death he now takes
the heavens he is cast
for years of service that have

From the eyes, the depth of rage, releases the fire
is the fire
Underlines with a crest of gold, is the site
Three rows of massive teeth fall nothing of razor sharp