Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of Roland

As Crusaders Ravage The
At Night Their Swords And Hang To Their Side
For The They Had Forsaken
For The Glory Had Fortaken
The King Rides Ahead Of The
Homeward He Marches His Troops
For Land France Lies In The Balance
For Foe Man France Home Of The
Of Roland
Never Knight Be So
Song Of
Never Knight Be So
The King Holds Grief In His
For His He's Left Behind
To Ensure The Is Stable
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 Our World's Apart
And With This I Leave You
One Thought
Never Be So Worthy
France Be No More'
As Lances Upon The Enemy
A Sea Of Waving Surround,
The Moors From The Hillside
The Rain In The Dark Forest
As The Rolls On
The Men To Ground
Their Ears Ache For The Of The Horn,
But Roland On Holding His Ground,
Us Strike A Mighty Blow
For Our And Our God!'
Of Roland
Never Knight Be So
Of Roland
Never Knight Be So