Luyện nghe bài hát One For The Fine

Fifty thousand men were sent to do the of one
His claim was phrased quite simply, though he voiced it loud
I am he, the one

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

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

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

Simple were the folk who
Upon this frozen
So not surprising was their
is he, God's chosen one
Who's come to 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 you strength inside you
Courage to win battles

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

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

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

Then, on a slope
He one without hope
back up the mountainside
He he recognised him by his walk
And by the way he
And by the way he
up, and vanished into air