Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle

In the early the Bishop's men
Shivered in the
But the shiver came not from the
And spread the camp

The horses sensed the fear
Of thoughtful men
Who prayed that wives and
see them once again

The bishops sent a dawn
To investigate the
Of forces at the King's
behind the gate

The ground mist hid the patrol's
As they drew close enough to
The sentries on the
And an archer his bow

From the tower a sentry fell
As an arrow pierced his
And his headlong flight the moat
that of a gull

The patrol reported
There was nothing to see
But the strong and castle
A of the free

The men took communion
As the rays of the sun
Lit up the castle's gloomy
The fatal day

From the castle green the rooks took
To the high trees in the
To carrion minds the battlefield
Set a table for a

A of black, the Bishop's men
Equality right
like ants across the hill
Their aim at last in

The King's men in purest white
Were back by force
And the grew more violent
As the battle its course

The Bishops gave the
No to be shown
The will reap rewards
When the is overthrown

The sight of lying dead
Made hardened soldiers
The outer began to fall
They towards the keep

The surveyed the battlefield
Their hungry beady
Reveled in the of death
no surprise

The mounted steadily
As the neared the gate
And the desperate called to his knights
It's your lives or the

When the anxious King to fail
As many thought he
The Queen ran round the walls
And the men to fight

The Bishop's men tiring
As the afternoon drew
And the King's men lowered the
And poured out through the

fought their way across the bridge
The men like falling
Or ears of that fall in swathes
The vicious sickle

The tide up the hill
The waste of reclaimed
Once decaying swamp
A of pure white sand

A blinded was seen to bless
dying and the dead
As he stumbled the battlefield
His running red

If uniform were black or
His could never see
And death no distinction
man he be

As darkness fell both camps
Their soldiers slain like
Leaving the to feast alone
The victors of the

At evensong camps reviewed
sad depleted ranks
As of the battle
Gave God grateful thanks