Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

Last born of the
one to be free
Lived a house
Beneath the hanging

Loved deadly nights
chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at
In unforgiving

of his men
Was gone snow
He picked up his and his bow
of Jonathan Low

Violence from
And anger within
Crawling the fields
next to kin

They all turned their
But they all knew his
And if he return
They'd probably do the

of his friends
Was gone snow
For all that I know, he
Killer of Low

The blood of his
Was gone snow
For all that I know, he
Killer of Low