Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle

In the early the Bishop's men
Shivered in the
But the came not from the cold
And spread throughout the

The trembling sensed the fear
Of thoughtful men
Who prayed that and families
see them once again

The bishops sent a dawn
To the weight
Of forces at the King's
Ensconced behind the

The ground hid the patrol's approach
As they close enough to show
The on the battlements
And an archer his bow

From the topmost tower a sentry
As an arrow pierced his
And his headlong flight into the
Seemed that of a

The patrol reported
was nothing much to see
But the and silent castle
A of the free

The King's men took
As the rays of the sun
Lit up the castle's walls
The fatal day

From the castle green the took flight
To the high in the east
To their minds the battlefield
Set a table for a

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

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

The Bishops the order
No to be shown
The sacrifice will reap
When the King is

The sight of children dead
Made hardened soldiers
The outer began to fall
moved towards the keep

The surveyed the battlefield
hungry beady eyes
Reveled in the of death
Showing no

The mounted steadily
As the Bishops the gate
And the King called to his knights
It's lives or the State

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

The Bishop's men were
As the afternoon late
And the King's men the drawbridge
And poured out the gate

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

The receded up the hill
The waste of reclaimed
decaying swamp became
A shore of white sand

A blinded priest was to bless
Both dying and the
As he stumbled around the
His cassock red

If uniform black or white
His eyes never see
And death made no
man he be

As darkness fell both camps
soldiers slain like cattle
Leaving the rooks to alone
The victors of the

At evensong both reviewed
Their sad ranks
As of the battle
Gave God grateful thanks