Luyện nghe bài hát The Winter Of Our Discontent

A whispering wind blows mournful over the plains
Unnoticed by the masses the end has begun
the praised new leader be as foolish as his precursor
And will he total mischief around him to spread out?

Let this winter of our discontent be
the cruelty and embrace another day
Will we stay or are we to fall?

A long decision is about to be pronounced
Fate has stressed for an awful long time
The judge of dusk stays in preposterous rapture
He nourishes himself from solitude he likes to

The whispering wind swells to a grinding
For the final battle they start to
All hopes are torn by grim morbidity
The path to "hell" is paved with so bad intentions

The winter of our discontent will never be
the cruelty, let this be the last day
I to fall, and you will too...

("The Of Our Discontent")