Luyện nghe bài hát The Charge

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

On, on, on, cried the leaders at the
We galloping down the blackened hills
And into the trap
The are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead
Into the valley of death 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 are abandoned far behind
Their leaders offer the clich?words, so righteous in
But no one needs morality when there isn't to eat
The bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fake
I'll screw my only brother for a glimpse at a piece of the cake
We only cry in here behind the shuttered glass
When we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the