Luyện nghe bài hát The Sentinal

Along deserted
Steam begins to
The figures and ready
Prepared for quick
Hes for a sign
His is on the line
Dogs whine in the
Smoke is on the
deep inside its empty shell
A bell begins to toll
A storm to grow

the upturned burned-out cars
The await
And in their clutch iron bars
which to seal his fate
Across his chest is rest
The of throwing knives
Whose razor in challenged tests
finished many lives

Now facing one
The eats at time
Then all at once a falls
As the bell ceases its
Upon this the challengers
With shrieks and rush forth
The fly out like bullets
Upon their deadly
Screams of pain and
Rent the air
Amidst the bodies
Blood runs
The figure expressionless
and alone
Unmoved by this
And the seeds of death hes

to avenge
Condemn to
not the blade
All the sentinel