Luyện nghe bài hát Mourners

Meagre in the shrouds,
as as the stones....
of abandond love,
fornever their woes shall silent.

O how many may the moon has shone -
reflected in black lakes?
it be that we can hear,
the woes of those who their lifes?

O so old are...
bare the neverending grief...
Age-old
Ancient beauty

Lost is the of those,
who walk the moors with in heart.
...and all joy it sinks,
deep, forever presumed dead.

O so old are...
they bare the grief...
Age - old miserability,
a bitter thrilling me