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

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

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

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

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

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

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