Luyện nghe bài hát The Disenchanted Forest

[The Farm Ghost:]
"My kin and I had hard
to the yearly harvest.
Lain weary on our gathered we
a vat of ale. Poured a toast;
Began to of who could sup the hardest.
in drunken slumber
at the of wild wassail....

I woke to find my gone
Autumn eve so balmy.
Yet in wide-eyed terror
to the fields nearby.
Struck I swore;
Stood a mighty woad-duabed army.
Believed my deceived me
'til I their battle-cry."

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

[The Hands Ghost:]
"When he that led heathen horde
his ivy mantle;
Cohorts honed halberds
flying of leaf-green.
below approached the foe;
A fierce hantle.
Captains sat
coughing, steel machines."

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

Farm Hands Ghost:]
"Opposing forces
beneath a red sky by thunder.
beneath the hedge-row
I'd it quite unseen.
One side stood to the wood:
T'other it's plunder,
I chose to fight for right;
Grabbed a skean.

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

We until the last that day
to a hard-won victory,
in by the thirsty earth
I my life-blood ebb.
Though I died at
I'd tried to some part in history;
A trembling
on the threads of web."

[The Of The Trees:]
"Are there more so and honest;
Who would die to my forest?"