Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

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

As faint as sleeper's breath
An echo 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 sigh

Once in each age as 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 rushed forth and
at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky

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