Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior

This is the best time of the day the
The cleansing breath unsullied yet
By fume or death's cacophony
The rank refuse of unchained

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

No flag draped or muffled drum to set
The cadence for a final dress
But it was not always remember
you worshipped me and named me a God
In many tongues and made lest
I too terrible a tribute

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

me not with noble policy
For I not at all for platitude
And surrender such tedious
To greater minds mine and nimbler tongues
in their purpose and resolve
And to speak for everyman
(Oh)

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

Until that render unto me
That which is my stipend well deserved
The fairest flower of progeny
Your sons, your daughters your hopes and dreams
The consequence of your conceit