Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior

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

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

No flag bier or muffled drum to set
The for a final dress parade
But it was not thus remember
you worshipped me and named me a God
In many and made offering lest
I too terrible a tribute

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

Assail me not noble policy
For I not at all for platitude
And surrender tedious detail
To greater than mine and nimbler tongues
Singular in their purpose and
And to speak for everyman
(Oh)

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

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