Luyện nghe bài hát Thousandfold

Sprinkled by the
Of words make the
Blur on the that made history

The folk is
Parrot the up tale
The lure of a higher

Cheat, you had to
An enemy
To your absolution
A poor excuse for your foray
To disengage the of your encumbrance

All our

me

Truths
mine
me

Marching ten legions
Whilst crucial weapon's not the
But the feather, held in hand

in blood
Your tall tales rule the
it into the battlefield

I, the guise
Evoking these baring
your conscript fathers
I smile at my demise and I die
I cherish the of my perseverance

All our

me

Truths
Forever
me

All our

me

Truths
Forever
me