Luyện nghe bài hát The Charge

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

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

We called for some assistance from the friends that we had
But this is the 1980s and we on our own
We never felt like 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 offer the clich?words, so righteous in defeat
But no one needs morality when there isn't to eat
The unity bond is and the loyalty songs are fake
I'll my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake
We only cry in here behind the shuttered glass
When we think of the charge of brigade, the severing of the past