Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of Roland

As Crusaders Ravage The
At Night Their Swords And Shields Hang To Side
For The Battle Had Forsaken
For The They Had Fortaken
The Rides Ahead Of The Group
Bound He Marches His Troops
For Land France Lies In The Balance
For Foe Man France Of The Gallant
Of Roland
Never Be So Worthy
Of Roland
Never Knight Be So
The Holds Grief In His Eyes
For His Nephew He's Left
To Ensure The Background Is
To Ensure Them Attack
The King To His Nephew,
Brave Knight Roland
He Holds Tears In His
And Pain In His
'For Our God's We Tear Our World's
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 To Ground
Ears Ache For The Shrill Of The Horn,
But Roland On Holding His Ground,
'Let Us Strike A Mighty
For Our And Our God!'
Song Of
Knight Be So Worthy
Song Of
Never Knight Be So