Luyện nghe bài hát Many Enemies Bring Much Honour

Dressed not in mourning but in
See the fire in our
Always ready to fight
hiding in disguise

Many bring much honour...

The fighting man shall the sun
Take warmth and from the glowing earth
Speed the light-foot winds to run
And with the trees to newer
An all-bright of heaven
him in high comradeship
The and the sister seven
The Will to and a sworded hip
The woodland that stand together
They stand to him each one a

Many enemies bring honour...

And the burning moment breaks
And all things else are out of
And only joy of battle
Him by the throat and him blind
Through joy and blindness he shall
Not caring much to that still
Nor nor steel shall reach him so
That it be not his Destined

Many enemies much honour...

The line of battle stands
And in the air, death's
The day clasp him with strong hands
The night shall sweet victory

Many bring much honour...