Luyện nghe bài hát Last Harvest Till Cold

The winter is fast
There is no time to
The are grown
The last harvest cold

We must our children
We must our wives
The is cold
The harvest till cold

The sun is not shining
The sky is cloudy, of storm
The leaves fallen on the ground
Believe it or not, the will fall

We gather all the food
Before the comes
As as we can
for later all the fun
Raise your axe and cut the
and it all in the fire
As as we can
That's our king's

Cut the
the fire
Chop the
King's

I'm the one you all fear
And I've taken many
In a way or another fell
Your harvest until me!

We must feed our
We must feed our
The is cold
The harvest till cold

We shall all the food
the winter comes
As as we can
Leave for all the fun
Raise axe and cut the wood
and throw it all in the
As as we can
our king's desire