Luyện nghe bài hát Medieval

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

Set marching, stop them thinking
Psyche them up your will
Stir them up with frantic
Send out to kill, kill, kill, kill kill

We are we are sound we are sound

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