Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

Where forest stream went the wood
And silent all the stens there
Of tall trees, moveless, dark
With shadows on their bark

As faint as sleeper's breath
An came as cold as death
are the paths, of shadow made
Where no foot's print is laid

No moon is there, no voice, no
Of heart; a sigh profound

in each age as each age dies
Alone is heard. Far, far it

The Land of Waiting the Dead sit,
In their thought's shadow, by no lit

Upon the plain, there rushed forth and
Shadows at dead end of night and in the sky

Far far beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the dead of mortal decay