Luyện nghe bài hát The Moors

[lyrics by Harry

On the fields of our land
Marsh pride of ENGLAND
On the moors our rest
tales are not forgotten
In the days of and honor
knights defended pure
On the fields where our fathers
tales are boldly spoken (LISTEN)

Bend your ear in
Hear this tale long ago
Of and of madmen
loves web of woe
One knight in silver
pure as gold
One maiden fair as
in royal robes

On the of our fathers land
Marsh green pride of
On the moors our rest
Their tales are not
On fields pure love is sought
Yet vengeance has cruelty
The search for and honor
Is blinded by a

The lady of the lake the power of a nation
A sword of valor held high above all
A royal maiden cries out her song of
Longing for her shining knight to take her to the

On these fields of green lay
in lovers union
A brave knight knowing more
Than following his
When the MOORS sing out story
A heart will be broken
by a lifelong friend
And his bride they call the of wales

true to your heart
Hold to your soul
true to your country men
Hold true and never
Love will all
has proved
Kings and crumble
On the soft green MOORS of

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

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