Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

Taxes raised by the king,
A blockade in his back for the of the wars.
- No importation and no exportation is the nation bleed.
Yet the bailiffs demand gold,
The is growing for every day.
- The threatening, the torture, the of men
Is a plague must now come to end, once and for all.

Men
Hear the now!
Fight tyranny's hand.
Men
From the land!
Cast of chains and the burning shackles.

Fortresses they one by one.
With came support from the highborn class.
- We grant you aid to dethrone our for financial prosperity.
The forced to negotiate,
So they called for a council of all for
- Now we elect you of the realm,
So pull back forces and return home.

Old and worn, to be forgotten.
Misled to the of the stage
But with a plan, he return.

Halfway to the of the realm,
by rivals in disguise he met his demise.
By the blade of he fell down.

Men
Heard the and
Fought cold hand.
Men
From the harsh
Cast their chains and the shackles.

The was dethroned and fled head over heels
And he ended his in disgrace,
In piracy.