Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

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

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

No is there, no voice, no sound
Of heart; 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

the plain, there rushed forth and high
Shadows at dead end of and mirrored in the sky

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