Luyện nghe bài hát The Black River

Great peril awaits us beyond the river
Summoned by the of drums
Our number is few, our is dire
We do what must be

At the of the high priest
Tribes for war
Evil sorcery is
Upon the shore

Make your stand with the great
The frontier is
Black lie before you
you cross

Take heart do not
When you know death nears

We shall build you a cairn the black river
Where no one disturb your rest
There you shall lay in your helm and harness
Your sword across your

Now take a moment to answer this question
As the approaches the shore
Will you have the to pay for your passage
Or the to take up the oar?