Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

Where forest stream went through the
And all the stens there stood
Of tall trees, moveless, dark
mottled shadows on their bark

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

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

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

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

Upon the plain, rushed forth and high
at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky

Far far away beyond of day
And there lay the land of the dead of cold decay