Luyện nghe bài hát Landing On The Mountains Of Meggido

Lords, can it be
the constant vows
Of the lost and gone, blind and

Inside a faith a home
A fire is cold
But grows so well, who's to tell it all

A cannot see
The hardest part to
Is not for me, the dyin'

This is what wars are of

The readings cracked and and plagiarized to date
Altered by the
Of pure disguise of seas and

The pagan should wake, the sleeping of the fools
To forget the Church's
Who's the fool, me or

The greatest mask of fate, the longest through
The text of predictions
For me and you, the old and new

This is wars are made of