Luyện nghe bài hát The Charge

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

On, on, on, the leaders at the back
We went galloping down the hills
And the gaping trap
The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns
Into the valley of death rode the brave

We called for some assistance the friends that we had known
But this is the 1980s and we on our own
We never like heroes or martyrs to a cause
Just soldiers in a bloody civil war

The massacre now is over and the new enshrined
a quarter of the nation are abandoned far behind
Their leaders offer the clich?words, so in defeat
But no one morality when there isn't enough to eat
The unity bond is broken and the songs are fake
screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake
We only cry in private here behind the shuttered
we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the past