Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

Where forest stream through the wood
And all the stens there stood
Of trees, moveless, hanging dark
With mottled on their bark

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

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

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

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

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

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