Luyện nghe bài hát Story of Chess

Each game of chess means there's one
left to be played
Each day got means one or two
Less mistakes to be made

Not much is
Of days of chess beyond a fairly vague report

Solo:
That hundred years ago two princes fought
brothers, for a Hindu throne

Female
Their mother
For no-one really likes their offspring fighting to the
She begged them stop the slaughter with her every
But enough one brother died

Ensemble:
Sad beyond
She her winning son

Solo:
You have such grief
I can't forgive this evil thing you've

Male
He to explain
How things had been

Male
But he tried in
No words of his mollify the queen

Female
And so he the wisest men he knew
The way to her distress

They told him he'd be pretty to impress
By model soldiers on
A board to show it was his brother's fault

They thus invented

Male
Chess no inertia
Soon to Persia, then west

Female
the Arabs refined it,
Thus redesigned, it

Solo:
Still yet
And when fell in 1453
One would have noticed other refugee
Included in his a set

Solo:
in the hands
And in the of leading figures of the Renaissance

Male
The spirit and the speed of chess made swift
Through all of Europe's vital

Where we must
The game was further
Right across the
The western touch upon the pieces

and queen and rook
And bishop, knight and
All on the look
We know today, the modern game was

And in the end
We see a game that by mistake in Hindustan
And in the main by what is now Iran
the simplest and most complicated pleasure
Yet devised for the kind of mind who would appreciate
This well and fascinating yarn.