Luyện nghe bài hát The Charge

Our history in thunder from a thousand village halls
In and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every call
So the forces gathered the thorn a-piercing in their side
A brave new world is beckoning so the olden world die.
In the offices of the city, at all the of oak and power
The snares are laid and baited for the 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 leaders at the
We went down the blackened hills
And into the gaping
The bridges are behind us and there's waiting guns ahead
the valley of death rode the brave hundreds

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

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