Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

Where forest stream went through the
And silent all the stens there
Of trees, moveless, hanging dark
With mottled shadows on their

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

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

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

The Land of Waiting the Dead sit,
In thought's shadow, by no moon lit

Upon the plain, there rushed forth and
Shadows at dead end of night and in the sky

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