Luyện nghe bài hát Three Neuron Kings

A battle, and inconvenient,
A battle so acute in pride.
A curse or plague, a fever,
me to the fireside.

At a wood's spark flight to the skies,
The king, he claims the throne.
But halts in as equal legions
Melt the leader's tone.

An elder king
From blood soaked fallow
With orders at urgent voice
And as iron shields.

And dreadful words it
As he of abandonment
I shivered as the Tempest,
As his came upon my hand.

Then swords risen by the brave
As for me I a twig towards the skies.

And no one would
eyes were as the fiend's.
All men in and zeal.
As ire to burdening air.

While two in for the throne
A third with grins on cheeks
In bushes watching in
of the bleak.

At startled,
Dismay had my twig
I turned the fireside
And the sparks of the night
Lit the my paths golden wings
me and my Three Neuron Kings.