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 disarmed
Blood the blood, scars on feuds to carve

Between claimed
curtains waive on wind
Entwined on soil of
And coiled here within

With open arms whole west
Yield the last
Blood the blood scars on feuds to carve

Long gone are the voice and
Our daughters these shores
Who then bears the songs of
new horizons shadowed from dawn

Long gone are the born
These hands of mine sent them
Who bears the wounds of war
When my loins are bleeding to

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

Long gone are the springtime
These of mine sent them forth
Who then the wounds of war
my loins are bleeding to core

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