Luyện nghe bài hát Solitary Shell

Shiny minstrels of out time
look upon you and me
sing praise of a time long gone
when freedom meant than life

Kings would hold on to all given
the swords and armour
would shake below his feet
the day of the call

It's all in the flow of the travelling show
all in the flow, this ever confusing show
In the end all I know

King is afraid to the grip
he's tired and not so
He'll walk all night on shaky
and dine the dogs of hell.
A single whisper crack the wall
a song is a ball
Lost in the vortex of and foe
a in his shell

And it's all in the way every kingdom fall
and all in the way all good men must go