Luyện nghe bài hát The Last of Stands

Banners flying on burning
The bones have cast
Trenches dug on
On never meant to blast

By the time the tolls
New names to the story
Faces to hollow halls
Pride that the glory

Rivers bleed
or death!

Rivers memories
To shore
Driest dust holds
Of monarchs
But my are to shallow to bore
Through crust men left
With their

Rivers bleed
or death!

Not for the but for a throne
Not for the but for a home
My cause is hate as pure
Thus god lust keeps my aim sure

If we are to die
Would grave be our
If we are to from sight
Martyrs left

What in war waged
and hate assuaged
What worth in wasted
Freedom to the cage
What answers the lion
prey calls for judgement
True nature of scion
As inherits the scent

bleed memories
or death!

Not for the king but for a
Not for the land but for a
My cause is just as pure
god given lust keeps my aim sure