Luyện nghe bài hát The Blood Of Kvasir

Lyrics by Grutle 1996
A war ruled in times
Between the holy races, the and the Ases
When peace came, the united
>From a bowl with spit rose Kvasir
"Wise he becomes, he drinks the mead,
the blood of Kvasir, but not he who
the spilled mead that dripped
the falcon"
Kvasir the of poets
by he died
the blood of Kvasir they made the meads of poets, the
holy
Fjalar and once murdered Gilling the Giant, the father
of
Enraged, demanded justice to be fulfilled
The blood of Kvasir the mead of Suttung
Grimne out from Valhalla
In the of the falcon
To the of Giants and to Nitberg
was deceived, and Gunnlod betrayed
Out from the falcon flew
Finally Kvasir should to Asgard
But, when the mead disappeared, became furious
Out, in the shape of the eagle he
Sadly, Grimne had to spill from his treasure
Which led to the making of the poets
The falcon flew home to his
And Sutting into the flames of Tjalve
Music by Ivar Bjrnson & Grutle Kjellson