Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior

This is the time of the day the dawn
The final cleansing unsullied yet
By acrid fume or death's
The rank of unchained ambition

And pray, deny me not but me now
Your retainer stands resolute
To serve his liege Lord without
Perchance to fall and perish

No draped bier or muffled drum to set
The cadence for a dress parade
But it was not always thus
Once you worshipped me and me a God
In many tongues and made offering
I exact too a tribute

heed for I am weary, ancient
And decrepit now and my time grows
There are no honorable frays to
Only mean dealt out in dibs and dabs
Or horror from across oceans

Assail me not with policy
For I not at all for platitude
And surrender such detail
To greater minds than and nimbler tongues
Singular in their and resolve
And presuming to speak for
(Oh)

Oh, for another time, a distant
And there a warrior's lonely grave
But charges me remain until
The end the battle of the last war

Until that render unto me
That which is mine my well deserved
The flower of your progeny
Your sons, your your hopes and your dreams
The consequence of your conceit