Luyện nghe bài hát Maiden Of The Forest

In the Misty Summer
On the Brightness of Breeze
I Saw a Fair, White
Heard Among Her Weeps

Was Not Tribe of Mine
Understand Her Words
Her Eyes, Like They Shined
The Curse Was on Me

The Song Was Full of
From Her Love She Was
My Tears Falling
Understood Her My Heart

In the Verses of Her
The Spells Were on Me
On the Marshlands I Was
By the Singing of a

Wanted to Dry Her
To Sing Her Smile
But a
She Not Fear
The Side of Mine

This Maiden 'neath the
With Widows That Sears
And a
She Did Not
As She Saw Me There

And If on Misty Night
Hear Her Sing and Moarn
It's Maiden of the
Who's for Your Soul

By the of Enchanted
The Will Cast on you
Under Bog You Shall Be
By the Singing of a