Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Winters Apart, Pt. 2: Song of Mourn

No man an
Swept with rising tide
Land a mare, saddled
By eager to ride

With open arms whole west
Blood lets the blood, scars on feuds to

Between lines
Iron curtains waive on
Entwined on of mine
And coiled here within

With arms whole west disarmed
Yield the vanguard
Blood lets the scars on feuds to carve

Long gone are the and lore
Our fled these shores
Who then the songs of mourn
With new horizons shadowed from

gone are the springtime born
These hands of sent them forth
Who then the wounds of war
When my loins are to core

gone are the voice and lore
Our daughters these shores
Who then bears the of mourn
With new horizons from dawn

gone are the springtime born
These hands of mine sent them
Who then bears the of war
When my are bleeding to core

Long gone are the and lore
Who then bears the songs of
gone
Long