Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior

This is the best time of the day the
The final breath unsullied yet
By acrid or death's cacophony
The rank refuse of ambition

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

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

Take for I am weary, ancient
And now and my time grows short
There are no honorable frays to
Only mean dealt out in dibs and dabs
Or unleashed from across oceans

Assail me not with policy
For I care not at all for
And surrender such tedious
To greater minds than and nimbler tongues
Singular in their purpose and
And presuming to speak for
(Oh)

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

Until that tomorrow unto me
which is mine my stipend well deserved
The fairest of your progeny
Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your
The cruel of your conceit