Luyện nghe bài hát The Moors

[lyrics by Conklin]

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

Bend your ear in
Hear this from long ago
Of magic and of
loves web of woe
One shining in silver
Intentions as gold
One maiden as moonlight
in royal robes

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

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

On fields of green they lay
Entwined in lovers
A brave knight knowing more
Than following his
the MOORS sing out their story
A kings heart be broken
by a lifelong friend
And his they call the queen of wales

Hold to your heart
Hold true to soul
Hold true to your men
Hold true and falter
Love will all
has proved
Kings and crumble
On the soft green MOORS of

the kings round table
Jealousy rears its
Honor has no place this
The kings is filled with dread
the sword of truth
Penetrates the
It leaves a wound never heals
Now the queen pay with her very soul

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