Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

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

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

Fortresses took one by one.
With success support from the highborn class.
- We grant you aid to dethrone our king for prosperity.
The crown to negotiate,
So they for a council of all for estates-
- Now we elect you of the realm,
So pull your forces and return 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 rivals in he met his demise.
By the blade of he fell down.

Men
Heard the and
Fought cold hand.
Men
From the land
their chains and the burning shackles.

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