Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of The Adventurers

Sickened by sun, rainstorms lashing him rotten
A looted crowning his tangled hair
Every moment of his youth apart from its dream was
Gone the roof overhead, but the sky was always

Oh you, who are flung out, from heaven and from Hades
You murderers who've been so repaid
Why did you part from the mothers who nursed you as
It was peaceful and you slept and you stayed

Still he explores and rakes the absinthe green
Though his mother has given him up for
Grinning and cursing with a few odd of contrition
in search of that land where life seems best

Loafing through hells and flocked paradises
Calm and grinning, with a face
At times he still dreams of a field he recognises
With a blue sky overhead and nothing