Luyện nghe bài hát Field Of Sorrow

The memory lingers on of the of dawn.
They saw the aflame,
Burning with sorrow for the that would be lost.
And the went ashore,
of drums filled the air.
Towards the city marched.

Called all the ones, called the old.
the people to stand up and be bold.

Fight a superior for high society.
behind the walls,
Holding the riches that forever be lost.
the city gates
The peasant army on
Towards their doom.

Cross the Field of Sorrow children's still cry
As an echo the blackened day.
the Field of Sorrow
There are and sighs
From burning and dismay.

From the of walls
the blood stained plains
Reeking of shame.
Children and of the battle that was lost.
Trembling hands the gates
For the of fire,
As they had to hide.

Fill up the barrels and chests all your gold.
me a throne to rest upon.
Fear not the of the fallen,
Hear not the of the crows.

And so sailed off with the gold.

In the of the sea
They were by a storm.
booty and crew's lying deep.