Luyện nghe bài hát Last Harvest Till Cold

The is coming fast
There is no to rest
The seeds are
The last till 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, foresights of
The leaves have fallen on the
Believe it or not, the snow will

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

Cut the
the fire
Chop the
desire

I'm the one that you all
And taken many lives
In a way or they fell
Your last until me!

We must feed our
We must feed our
The breeze is
The last till cold

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