Luyện nghe bài hát The Charge

Our history speaks in from a thousand village halls
In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every
So the forces gathered the thorn a-piercing in their side
A brave new world is beckoning so the olden must die.
In the offices of the city, at all the of oak and power
The are laid and baited for the approaching of the hour
A hundred justifications and the presses are ready to
The gateways to the nation are firmly under control

On, on, on, cried the at the back
We galloping down the blackened hills
And the gaping trap
The bridges are burnt behind us and there's guns ahead
the valley of death rode the brave hundreds

We called for some assistance the friends that we had known
But this is the and we were on our own
We never felt like heroes or martyrs to a
Just battle-weary in a bloody civil war

The massacre now is and the order new enshrined
While a quarter of the are abandoned far behind
Their offer the clich?words, so righteous in defeat
But no one needs morality when isn't enough to eat
The unity bond is broken and the loyalty are fake
I'll screw my only brother for even a at a piece of the cake
We only cry in here behind the shuttered glass
we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the past