Luyện nghe bài hát The Charge

Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village
In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every
So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in 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 laid and baited for the approaching of the
A hundred and the presses are ready to roll
The gateways to the nation they are firmly under

On, on, on, cried the at the back
We went galloping down the blackened
And into the gaping
The are burnt behind us and there's waiting 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
battle-weary soldiers in a bloody civil war

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