Luyện nghe bài hát The Moors

[lyrics by Harry

On the of our fathers land
Marsh green of ENGLAND
On the our fathers rest
Their tales are not
In the days of kings and
knights defended hearts
On the fields where our fathers
Their are boldly spoken (LISTEN)

Bend ear in amazement
Hear tale from long ago
Of magic and of
tangled web of woe
One knight in silver
pure as gold
One maiden fair as
Dressed in robes

On the fields of our land
Marsh pride of ENGLAND
On the our fathers rest
tales are not forgotten
On these fields love is sought
Yet has it's cruelty
The search for and honor
Is blinded by a

The lady of the lake holds the of a nation
A sword of valor held above all else
A maiden cries out her song of longing
Longing for her shining knight to her to the stars

On these fields of green lay
Entwined in lovers
A brave knight knowing nothing
Than following his
When the MOORS sing out story
A kings heart be broken
Broken by a friend
And his bride they call the queen of

Hold to your heart
Hold true to your
true to your country men
Hold and never falter
Love conquer all
History has
and kingdoms crumble
On the soft green MOORS of

O'er the kings round
rears its head
Honor has no this night
The kings is filled with dread
Excaliber the sword of
the soul
It leaves a wound never heals
Now the will pay with her very soul

A gallant knight will fight day
For and for honor
ending all the strife
Between a queen and
Morgana's spell is broken
By this knight in silver
Trading life's blood for his
Is a Knights highest deed