Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Mare

["After spending a night among cheerful song and many a laughter at the Inn of Eamon Bayle, the Islander and the Elf woman, whose destinies were now closely entwined, set out to the east away from pursuing men and towards the glades of her people. Like a horse that great elven kings would before men had not yet named a chieftain, the black mare now carried them in restless flight across the Southland Dales"]

of thunder, sound of rain across the endless fields
as we speed towards the night upon a steed never yields
Black as the night, swift as the and eyes of emerald green
In restless flight our journey takes us further

The seventh day we the west trail
through the
guides us the mist
Across the river past the stones of
Ne'anthor, stars our way

Journey into far
and to lands
and here by my
she will ride there me
To the of her kind

I see from old stories I thought make believe
Crawling in the shades with thousand eyes gaze upon me
She her head up like she senses unseen enemies
In the black of night a shadow watches me

On the moon we set out east for Val'inthor
Where her kindred
We pass the mighty ruined citadels of lore
The lights our way

Journey into far
and to lands
and here by my
she will there with me
To the of her kind

[Solo:

[Solo:

Ghostly specters, faded that gone before
reveals the through the river to the northern shore
Something within the dark I sense we're not alone
though I know it pass beyond the warding stones

before the break of fall we stand before the sacred
where her dwell
we make camp in crumbling temples by the ford
shine our way

Journey into far
and to forgotten
and here by my
she ride there with me
She's the queen of her