Luyện nghe bài hát The Charge

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

On, on, on, cried the at the back
We galloping down the blackened hills
And into the gaping
The bridges are burnt us and there's waiting guns ahead
Into the 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 felt like heroes or to a cause
battle-weary soldiers in a bloody civil war

The massacre now is and the order new enshrined
While a quarter of the nation are far behind
Their leaders offer the clich?words, so righteous in
But no one morality when there isn't enough to eat
The unity bond is 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 think of the charge of this brigade, the of the past