Luyện nghe bài hát Three Neuron Kings

A battle, and inconvenient,
A battle so acute in pride.
A or rather 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
blood soaked fallow battlefields
With calm at urgent voice
And reasoning as shields.

And dreadful it were
As he spoke of
Thus I as the Tempest,
As his fever came 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 to burdening air.

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

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