Luyện nghe bài hát The Moors

[lyrics by Conklin]

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

Bend ear in amazement
Hear this tale long ago
Of magic and of
tangled web of woe
One knight in silver
pure as gold
One fair as moonlight
Dressed in royal

On the fields of our fathers
Marsh green of ENGLAND
On the moors our fathers
Their tales are not
On fields pure love is sought
Yet has it's cruelty
The for truth and honor
Is blinded by a

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

On these fields of they lay
Entwined in union
A brave knight knowing more
Than his heart
When the MOORS sing out their
A kings heart be broken
Broken by a friend
And his they call the queen of wales

Hold true to heart
true to your soul
Hold true to your men
Hold true and falter
will conquer all
History has
Kings and kingdoms
On the green MOORS of ENGLAND

O'er the kings table
Jealousy its head
Honor has no place this
The kings is filled with dread
Excaliber the of truth
the soul
It leaves a wound that never
Now the queen will pay with her soul

A gallant will fight this day
For queen and for
Gladly all the strife
a queen and king
Once Morgana's spell is
By shining knight in silver
life's blood for his honor
Is a brave Knights highest