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 shadows on their bark

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

No moon is there, no voice, no
Of beating a sigh profound

Once in each age as 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, rushed forth and high
Shadows at dead end of night and in the sky

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