Luyện nghe bài hát Firebrothers

In the valley, the moons and lovers play
two children who were born on Saturday
One was dark, one was
Fathered by the dog, by the pig

Stranger children you never seen
of the forest and the sea
One was land, one was air
And they the fires burning

In a golden vessel and a silver
Kept them in a strange enchanted place
Kept burning to the sky
For knew someday, the sun will die