Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior

This is the best time of the day the
The final breath unsullied yet
By acrid fume or cacophony
The refuse of unchained ambition

And pray, me not but know me now
Your faithful retainer stands
To serve his liege without recompense
Perchance to fall and namelessly

No flag draped bier or muffled to set
The cadence for a final dress
But it was not always thus
you worshipped me and named me a God
In many and made offering lest
I exact too a tribute

Take heed for I am weary,
And decrepit now and my grows short
There are no frays to join
Only mean death dealt out in dibs and
Or unleashed from across oceans

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

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

Until that tomorrow unto me
That which is my stipend well deserved
The fairest flower of progeny
Your sons, daughters your hopes and your dreams
The cruel of your conceit