Luyện nghe bài hát Three Neuron Kings

A battle, and inconvenient,
A fought 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 equal
Melt into the tone.

An king arose
blood soaked fallow battlefields
With orders at urgent voice
And reasoning as shields.

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

swords were 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.

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

At startled,
had dropped my twig
I down the fireside
And the last of the night
Lit the my paths with golden
Sensing me and my Three Kings.