Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of The Dead

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

As faint as deepest breath
An came as cold as death
are the paths, of shadow made
Where no print is ever laid

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

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

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

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

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