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

No man an
Swept away with rising
Land a mare, saddled
By masters to ride

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

lines claimed
Iron curtains on wind
Entwined on of mine
And honor coiled here

open arms whole west disarmed
Yield the last
Blood lets the blood on feuds to carve

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

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

Long are the voice and lore
Our fled these shores
Who bears the songs of mourn
With new horizons shadowed dawn

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

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