Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior

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

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

No flag draped or muffled drum to set
The cadence for a final dress
But it was not thus remember
Once you worshipped me and me a God
In tongues and made offering lest
I too terrible a tribute

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

Assail me not with policy
For I care not at all for
And surrender such detail
To greater than mine and nimbler tongues
Singular in their purpose and
And presuming to for everyman
(Oh)

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

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