Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle

In the dawn the Bishop's men
in the damp
But the shiver came not from the
And throughout the camp

The trembling horses the fear
Of silent men
Who prayed that and families
Might see them again

The bishops sent a patrol
To investigate the
Of forces at the command
Ensconced behind the

The mist hid the patrol's approach
As they drew enough to show
The on the battlements
And an drew 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 little
There was nothing 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 gloomy walls
The fatal day

the castle green the rooks took flight
To the high trees in the
To their carrion minds the
Set a table for a

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

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

The gave the order
No mercy to be
The sacrifice will rewards
When the King is

The sight of children dead
Made soldiers weep
The walls began to fall
They moved the keep

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

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

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

The Bishop's men tiring
As the drew late
And the King's men lowered the
And poured out the gate

They fought their way the bridge
The men falling leaves
Or of corn that fall in swathes
The vicious sickle

The tide up the hill
The waste of reclaimed
Once decaying became
A shore of pure sand

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

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

As darkness fell camps withdrew
Their soldiers slain cattle
Leaving the rooks to feast
The of the battle

At evensong camps reviewed
Their sad ranks
As of the battle
Gave God their thanks