Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior

This is the best time of the day the
The final cleansing unsullied yet
By acrid fume or death's
The rank of unchained ambition

And pray, deny me not but me now
Your faithful retainer stands
To serve his Lord without recompense
Perchance to and perish namelessly

No draped bier or muffled drum to set
The cadence for a final dress
But it was not always thus
Once you me and named me a God
In many and made offering lest
I exact too a tribute

Take heed for I am weary,
And decrepit now and my time grows
There are no frays to join
mean death dealt out in dibs and dabs
Or horror unleashed from oceans

me not with noble policy
For I not at all for platitude
And such tedious detail
To greater minds than mine and tongues
Singular in their and resolve
And presuming to for everyman
(Oh)

Oh, for another time, a field
And there a mortal lonely grave
But duty me remain until
The end the last battle of the war

Until that render 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