Luyện nghe bài hát The Disenchanted Forest

[The Hand's Ghost:]
"My kin and I had hard
to the yearly harvest.
Lain on our gathered sheaves we
cracked a vat of ale. a toast;
Began to boast of who sup the hardest.
in drunken slumber
at the height of wassail....

I woke to find my brothers
Autumn eve so balmy.
Yet gazed in wide-eyed
to the fields nearby.
Struck dumb I
Stood before a woad-duabed army.
Believed my wits me
'til I their battle-cry."

[The Of The Trees:]
"Smash the axe and sow the
Don't cause the Oaken to bleed!"

Farm Hands Ghost:]
"When he that led heathen horde
his ivy mantle;
Cohorts raised halberds
flying of leaf-green.
From approached the foe;
A fierce hantle.
sat triumphant
upon coughing, machines."

[The Of Progress:]
"Break the and strip all of it.
Fell this forest, a profit!"

[The Farm Hands
"Opposing clashed
beneath a red sky by thunder.
Entrenched beneath the
I'd observed it unseen.
One side stood to the wood:
T'other planned plunder,
I chose to fight for right;
Grabbed a skean.

All who one flower destroy,
must first cut down Didycoy!

We fought until the that day
to a hard-won victory,
in by the thirsty earth
I watched my ebb.
I died at least
I'd tried to play part in history;
A trembling
on the threads of web."

Lord Of The Trees:]
"Are there more so brave and
Who would die to my forest?"