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
mottled shadows on their bark

As faint as deepest breath
An echo came as cold as
Long are the paths, of shadow
Where no foot's print is ever

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

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

The of Waiting where the Dead sit,
In their shadow, by no moon lit

Upon the plain, there rushed and high
Shadows at end of night and mirrored in the sky

Far far beyond might of day
And there lay the land of the dead of mortal decay