Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle

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

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 command
behind the gate

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

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

The patrol little
There was nothing to see
But the strong and castle
A symbol of the

The King's men communion
As the first of the sun
Lit up the castle's gloomy
The day begun

From the castle green the rooks took
To the high in the east
To their carrion the battlefield
Set a table for a

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

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

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

The sight of children dead
hardened soldiers weep
The outer walls to fall
They moved towards the

The rooks the battlefield
Their beady eyes
Reveled in the sight of
no surprise

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

When the King began to fail
As many he might
The Queen ran screaming round the
And urged the men to

The Bishop's men were
As the drew late
And the men lowered the drawbridge
And poured out the gate

They fought their way the bridge
The men like leaves
Or ears of corn fall in swathes
The sickle cleaves

The tide receded up the
The waste of land
Once decaying swamp
A of pure white sand

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

If were black or white
His eyes never see
And made no distinction
man he be

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

At evensong both camps
sad depleted ranks
As of the battle
Gave God their grateful