Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

Midway, this way of life we're upon
I woke to myself in a dark wood
Where the right road was wholly and gone

Aye me, how hard to of it
That rude and rough and forest
The mere of memory stirs the old fear in the blood

But when, at last, I stood a steep hillside
Which closed that wandering maze
Whose had pierced me to the heart root deep

Then I looked up and saw the rays
Mantle its shoulder from planet bright
Which guides men's feet aright on all their