Luyện nghe bài hát One For The Fine

Fifty thousand men sent to do the will of one
His was phrased quite simply, though he never voiced it loud
I am he, the one

In his name could slaughter, for his name they could die
Many there believed in him, still more were sure he lied
But fight the battle on

Then one whose had died
Fled back up the
But the top was made
A football made him stray
From the prepared for him
Off of the
On to a of ice

This vision made him stand and shake with fear
But was his fright compared with those who saw him appear
Terror filled minds with awe

were the folk who lived
Upon this wave
So not was their thought
This is he, God's one
come to save us from
All our
We shall be kings on this

me
I'll play the you want me
I find a way back home

me
I give you inside you
Courage to win battles

No, no, no, can't go on
will be all that I fled from
Let me rest for a

He into a valley
All
There he talked with water and with the vine

They leave me no
I must them to glory or most likely to death
travelled cross the plateau of ice, up to its edge
Then crossed a mountain range and saw the final plain
Still he urged the on

Then, on a slope
He observed one hope
Flee back up the
He thought he recognised him by his
And by the way he
And by the way he
Stood up, and into air