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

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

This unexpected vision made him stand and shake fear
But nothing was his fright compared with who saw him appear
Terror filled their with awe

Simple were the who lived
Upon this frozen
So not surprising was thought
This is he, chosen one
Who's to save us from
All our
We shall be kings on this

me
I'll play the game you me
Until I find a way home

me
I you strength inside you
Courage to win your

No, no, no, this go on
This will be all I fled from
Let me for a while

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

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

Then, on a distant
He observed one without
back up the mountainside
He thought he recognised him by his
And by the way he
And by the way he
up, and vanished into air