Luyện nghe bài hát The Soldier's Song

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Through the clouds of ash, a lonely mother's cry
Among the of broken glass the loyal few will arise
now regained

Finding within the void, a raging fire ignites
Spark of ever-burning and conviction to fight
Pride be name

They will upon the honor that you guard with your life
And run to hide in selfish fear when of death is in sight
Lay down your

Armed with and blind to the cost
say, your purpose is mindless and lost
But we don't adhere to the they spill
We mourn with your losses and stand, stand by your

These we spill, they haunt us still
Cries of the weak lie in sleep beneath our feet
These tears we spill, haunt us still
Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep our feet

We are the sons of Holy Wrath, a light in the dark
The ones who walk amongst despair, no sign of in our hearts
in death's way

Shut out the voice of mindlessness, your eyes to the truth
Believe the words that the test and not the slurs of the youth
You're not they say

Armed with resistance and blind to the
They say, your purpose is and lost
But we don't adhere to the they spill
We mourn with your and stand, stand by your will

These tears we spill, haunt us still
Cries of the weak lie quiet in beneath our feet
These tears we spill, they us still
Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep our feet

Turn the tables and watch them run
You'll be the they can't outgun
Turn over the and watch them run
be the weapon they can't outgun, go

These tears we spill, haunt us still
Cries of the weak lie quiet in beneath our feet
These tears we spill, haunt us still
Cries of the weak lie in sleep beneath our feet

These tears we spill, haunt us still
Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our
These we spill, they haunt us still
Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep our feet