Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior

This is the best time of the daythe
The final cleansing unsullied yet
By acrid fume or cacophony
The rank refuse of unchained
And pray, deny me not but me now,
Your retainer stands resolute
To serve his liege without recompense
Perchance to fall and namelessly
No bier or muffled drum to set
The for a final dress parade
But it was not always
Once you me and named me a god
In many tongues and made lest
I exact too terrible a

Take heed for I am weary,
And decrepit now and my time short
There are no honorable to join

Only mean dealt out in dibs and dabs
Or horror unleashed from oceans
Assail me not with noble
For I care not at all for
And such tedious detail
To greater minds mine and nimbler tongues
Singular in their purpose and
And presuming to speak for

Oh, for time, a distant field
And there a mortal warriors grave
But charges me remain until
The end the battle of the last war
Until that morrow unto me
which is mine my stipend well deserved
The fairest flower of progeny
Your sons, your daughters your hopes and dreams
The cruel of your conceit

Sarangel (ASCAP)