Luyện nghe bài hát War Horn

One mounting its calvary; across the river they
Bayonets run through the cutting the men in half divide
Muskets fire on powder; weaker men and cower
Hearken sound of thunder; waiting, the plunder

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

the charge
Running em
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