Luyện nghe bài hát Three Neuron Kings

A battle, and inconvenient,
A fought so acute in pride.
A curse or plague, a fever,
me to the fireside.

At a crackling wood's spark to the skies,
The king, he claims the throne.
But halts in stride as legions
Melt into the tone.

An elder king
From blood soaked fallow
With calm at urgent voice
And as iron shields.

And words it were
As he of abandonment
I shivered as the Tempest,
As his came upon my hand.

Then swords risen by the brave
As for me I rose a twig the skies.

And no one would
One's eyes as the fiend's.
All men in and zeal.
As ire filled to air.

two in brawl for the throne
A third grins on stainless cheeks
In bushes watching in
of the bleak.

At startled,
Dismay had my twig
I down the fireside
And the sparks of the night
Lit the my with golden wings
me and my Three Neuron Kings.