Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

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

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

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

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

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

Men
Heard the and
tyranny's cold hand.
Men
From the land
Cast chains and the burning shackles.

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