Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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