Luyện nghe bài hát Medieval

Caught in the grass, got separated from his company
Those men he thought were friends turned out to be the
Their were black not brown, they marched to a different step
But he soon tuned in to frequency
By up one fret
But the one that united them
Was all had life to give
But it wasn't their intention to serve that way, but to kill so they may
We are sound, we are sound, we are

Set them marching, stop thinking
Psyche them up with will
Stir them up with rhythm
them out to kill, kill, kill, kill kill

We are we are sound we are sound

Back in human form, skin tight uniform, caught the barbed wire
Back in human form, tight uniform, crucified upon the barbed wire
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