Luyện nghe bài hát Medieval

Caught in the long grass, got separated his company
Those men he thought friends turned out to be the enemy
Their uniforms were black not brown, marched to a different step
But he soon in to their frequency
By shifting up one
But the one thing united them
Was they all had to give
But it their intention to serve that way, but to kill so they may live
We are sound, we are sound, we are

Set them marching, them thinking
Psyche up with your will
Stir them up with rhythm
Send them out to kill, kill, kill, kill

We are we are sound we are sound

Back in form, skin tight uniform, caught upon the barbed wire
Back in form, skin tight uniform, crucified upon the barbed wire
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