Luyện nghe bài hát Three Neuron Kings

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

At a wood's spark flight to the skies,
The king, he claims the throne.
But halts in as equal legions
into the leader's tone.

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

And dreadful words it
As he of abandonment
Thus I as the Tempest,
As his fever upon my hand.

Then swords were risen by the
As for me I rose a towards the skies.

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

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

At startled,
Dismay had dropped my
I turned the fireside
And the last of the night
Lit the my paths with wings
Sensing me and my Three Kings.