Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of Roland

As Ravage The Earth
At Their Swords And Shields Hang To Their Side
For The Battle Had Forsaken
For The Glory They Had
The King Ahead Of The Group
Homeward He Marches His Troops
For Fair France Lies In The Balance
For Foe Man France Home Of The
Song Of
Never Knight Be So
Of Roland
Never Be So Worthy
The Holds Grief In His Eyes
For His Nephew He's Left
To Ensure The Is Stable
To Them Against Attack
The King To His Nephew,
Knight Prince Roland
He Holds Tears In His
And Pain In His
'For Our God's We Tear Our Apart
And With This Death I You
One Last
Knight Be So Worthy
Till Be No More'
As Lances Draw The Enemy
A Sea Of Waving Surround,
The Fall From The Hillside
Like The Rain In The Forest
As The Rolls On
The Men To Ground
Ears Ache For The Shrill Of The Horn,
But Roland On Holding His Ground,
'Let Us Strike A Blow
For Our And Our God!'
Song Of
Never Be So Worthy
Of Roland
Never Be So Worthy