Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

Where forest stream went through the
And silent all the there stood
Of tall trees, moveless, hanging
With mottled shadows on bark

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

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

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

The Land of Waiting where the 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 of mortal cold decay