Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

Last born of the
First one to be
inside a house
Beneath the tree

Loved them nights
chilled him to the bone
Words were at night
In tones

of his men
Was gone beneath
He up his knife and his bow
Killer of Low

Violence from
And anger from
Crawling through the
Informing to kin

all turned their backs
But all knew his name
And if he could
probably do the same

Blood of his
Was beneath 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