Luyện nghe bài hát Fertile Fields

Sometimes those things won't turn the trick no more
And our self-important dreams all lie shattered on the floor
Even the proletariat his royalty
And as the rages on and on I wish it wasn't me
And it so cruel
The one breaking up
Until the winter finds worth
As we upon the earth
Now the trees are swept aside by wind and of rain
And the fertile fields once have now withered and refrained
She who for comfort feels instead a savage thrust
And the ashen sky grows ever darker as dawn gives way to
As we set our dogs upon the
Feast on the dead no life remains
Forward a pointless end we squander never gain