Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

Where stream went through the wood
And silent all the stens stood
Of trees, moveless, hanging dark
With mottled shadows on their

As faint as deepest sleeper's
An came as cold as death
Long are the paths, of made
Where no print is ever laid

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

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

The of Waiting where the Dead sit,
In thought's shadow, by no moon lit

Upon the plain, there forth and high
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 cold decay