Luyện nghe bài hát The Disenchanted Forest

[The Farm Hand's
"My kin and I had hard
to the yearly harvest.
Lain weary on our sheaves we
cracked a vat of ale. a toast;
Began to of who could sup the hardest.
Slumped in slumber
at the height of wassail....

I woke to find my gone
that eve so balmy.
Yet in wide-eyed terror
to the fields nearby.
Struck dumb I
Stood a mighty woad-duabed army.
Believed my wits me
'til I their battle-cry."

[The Of The Trees:]
"Smash the axe and sow the
Don't cause the Oaken to bleed!"

[The Farm Hands
"When he that led heathen horde
his ivy mantle;
Cohorts raised honed
pennants of leaf-green.
From below approached the
A scythe-bearing hantle.
Captains sat
coughing, steel machines."

[The Of Progress:]
"Break the and strip all of it.
this forest, make a profit!"

[The Hands Ghost:]
"Opposing clashed
a red sky cracked by thunder.
Entrenched the hedge-row
I'd observed it unseen.
One stood to save the wood:
planned it's plunder,
I to fight for Nature's right;
a fallen skean.

All who one flower destroy,
first cut down this Didycoy!

We until the last that day
to gain a victory,
Sucked in by the earth
I my life-blood ebb.
Though I died at
I'd tried to play some in history;
A momentary
on the threads of web."

Lord Of The Trees:]
"Are there so brave and honest;
Who would die to my forest?"