Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of Roland

As Crusaders The Earth
At Night Their Swords And Shields To Their Side
For The Battle They Had
For The Glory Had Fortaken
The King Ahead Of The Group
Homeward He Marches His Troops
For Fair Land Lies In The Balance
For Foe Man France Home Of The
Song Of
Knight Be So Worthy
Song Of
Knight Be So Worthy
The King Holds In His Eyes
For His He's Left Behind
To Ensure The Is Stable
To Ensure Them Against
The King To His Nephew,
Brave Prince Roland
He Holds Tears In His
And Pain In His
Our God's We Tear Our World's Apart
And With This Death I You
One Last
Never Knight Be So
France Be No More'
As Lances Draw Upon The
A Sea Of Banners Surround,
The Moors Fall The Hillside
Like The Rain In The Dark
As The Battle On
The Men Fall To
Their Ears Ache For The Of The Horn,
But Roland On Holding His Ground,
'Let Us A Mighty Blow
For Our And Our God!'
Of Roland
Never Knight Be So
Of Roland
Never Knight Be So