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 tempest king, he the throne.
But in stride as equal legions
into the leader's tone.

An elder king
blood soaked fallow battlefields
With orders at urgent voice
And reasoning as shields.

And words it were
As he spoke of
I shivered as the Tempest,
As his fever came my hand.

Then were risen by the brave
As for me I rose a towards the skies.

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

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

At startled,
had dropped my twig
I turned the fireside
And the sparks of the night
Lit the my paths with wings
Sensing me and my Neuron Kings.