Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of Roland

As Crusaders Ravage The
At Night Their Swords And Shields To Their Side
For The Battle They Had
For The Glory Had Fortaken
The Rides Ahead Of The Group
Homeward Bound He His Troops
For Fair Land Lies In The Balance
For Foe Man France Home Of The
Of Roland
Never Be So Worthy
Song Of
Never Be So Worthy
The King Grief In His Eyes
For His Nephew He's Left
To The Background Is Stable
To Them Against Attack
The King To His Nephew,
Knight Prince Roland
He Holds In His Eyes
And Pain In His
'For Our God's We Our World's Apart
And With This Death I You
One Thought
Knight Be So Worthy
Till Be No More'
As Draw Upon The Enemy
A Sea Of Banners Surround,
The Moors Fall The Hillside
Like The In The Dark Forest
As The Rolls On
The Men Fall To
Their Ears Ache For The Of The Horn,
But Roland On Holding His Ground,
'Let Us Strike A Blow
For Our And Our God!'
Song Of
Never Knight Be So
Of Roland
Never Knight Be So