Luyện nghe bài hát Warlord

Flashes of
the peace of the night
On the
There are great shining bright

He's armed, he's ready and
To stand and 'till the end
He's used to and killing
Black Death is his best

and torture, flames and slaughter
The of blood everywhere
Bleeding warriors, blood-stained
fighters
When the Warlord's hot
the air

He rules with
Mercy's a word he not know
Wherever he
The sands of are running low

His was a volcano
She spat him out in a stormy
His was the rolling thunder
He him
"Son, born to fight"

and torture.....