Luyện nghe bài hát The Charge

Our history speaks in thunder from a village halls
In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring call
So the forces gathered the thorn a-piercing in their side
A new world is beckoning so the olden world must die.
In the offices of the city, at all the tables of oak and
The snares are laid and baited for the of the hour
A justifications and the presses are ready to roll
The gateways to the nation they are firmly under

On, on, on, cried the at the back
We went down the blackened hills
And into the trap
The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting ahead
Into the valley of death rode the hundreds

We for some assistance from the friends that we had known
But is the 1980s and we were on our own
We never felt like heroes or to a cause
Just soldiers in a bloody civil war

The now is over and the order new enshrined
While a quarter of the nation are far behind
Their leaders offer the clich?words, so righteous in
But no one needs morality when there enough to eat
The unity is broken and the loyalty songs are fake
I'll my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake
We only cry in here behind the shuttered glass
When we think of the of this brigade, the severing of the past