Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

Where forest went through the wood
And silent all the there stood
Of tall trees, moveless, dark
With mottled shadows on their

As as deepest sleeper's breath
An echo as cold as death
Long are the paths, of made
Where no foot's is ever laid

No is there, no voice, no sound
Of beating heart; a sigh

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

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

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

Far far away might of day
And lay the land of the dead of mortal cold decay