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 is making the nation bleed.
Yet the bailiffs their gold,
The uprising is growing for day.
- The threatening, the torture, the of men
Is a that must now come to end, once and for all.

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

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

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

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

Men
Heard the and
Fought tyranny's hand.
Men
From the harsh
Cast their chains and the shackles.

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