Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle

In the early the Bishop's men
Shivered in the
But the shiver not from the cold
And throughout the camp

The trembling horses sensed the
Of silent men
Who prayed that wives and
Might see once again

The bishops a dawn patrol
To investigate the
Of at the King's command
behind the gate

The mist hid the patrol's approach
As they drew close to show
The sentries on the
And an drew his bow

From the topmost tower a fell
As an pierced his skull
And his flight into the moat
Seemed of a gull

The patrol little
There was much to see
But the strong and castle
A symbol of the

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

From the castle the rooks took flight
To the high trees in the
To their carrion minds the
Set a for a feast

A tide of black, the men
Equality their
like ants across the hill
Their aim at in sight

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

The Bishops the order
No to be shown
The will reap rewards
the King is overthrown

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

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

The pressure mounted
As the neared the gate
And the desperate King called to his
It's your or the State

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

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

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

The tide up the hill
The of reclaimed land
decaying swamp became
A shore of pure white

A blinded priest was seen to
Both and the dead
As he around the battlefield
His cassock red

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

As darkness both camps withdrew
Their soldiers like cattle
Leaving the to feast alone
The victors of the

At both camps reviewed
Their sad depleted
As of the battle
God their grateful thanks