Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

Midway, this way of life bound upon
I to find myself in a dark wood
Where the right road was lost and gone

Aye me, how to speak of it
That rude and rough and stubborn
The mere breath of memory the old fear in the blood

But when, at last, I stood beneath a hillside
Which closed that valley's wandering
Whose dread had pierced me to the root deep

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