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 against the 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 tables of oak and
The are laid and baited for the approaching of the hour
A hundred justifications and the presses are to roll
The gateways to the nation they are under control

On, on, on, cried the leaders at the
We went down the blackened hills
And the gaping trap
The bridges are burnt behind us and waiting guns ahead
the valley of death rode the brave hundreds

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

The massacre now is over and the order new
While a quarter of the are abandoned far behind
Their leaders offer the clich?words, so in defeat
But no one needs morality when there isn't 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 cry in private here behind the shuttered glass
When we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the