Luyện nghe bài hát Lords

The lords of the passes are their vassals
find no shelter that way
The they've taken have never returned
And our hopes fade with passing day

The gates of the keeps are all
And men wander the roads
The have fled to the forests
their fields as they go

The dukes of the marches ordered their archers
To all outlanders on sight
back your horses before it's too late
There'll be no safe crossing night

the horns, pounding hooves
Visions of aflame
Wailing cries, dawn of
Die by the or in chains