Luyện nghe bài hát War Horn

One mounting its across the river they sleep
Bayonets run through the line; cutting the men in divide
Muskets on powder; weaker men desert and cower
Hearken sound of thunder; waiting, the Generals

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Cannons fire, a conflict, riders drenched blood crude (?)
In this battle of screaming war, cries are heard - no
Charge on horseback breaks through the line, and Blue (?) truce?
Hearken of thunder; waiting, the Generals plunder

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