Luyện nghe bài hát The Forgotten Ages Of Victories

The thunder of the drums is heard and cattle are driving back.
Sunset is near,
The heat of hoofs - all around away
in the shaggy beard of great and elder sunset.
The and the mountains surrounding the village
he covers by cloth - the night is drawing near.
blaze up and the flame tongues raise up
to sky like hands.
The hearers faces are visible the flame.
The grey-haired elder the secret of his past,
through night and his word again find the youth.
His covered with wrinkles like waterless earth
shined life as in his youth.
And his was drifted through the time
to distant of those days.
When the was like continuation of the hand
and the warriors were not afraid of their power -
moon was shining brighter and sun warned more times than nowadays.
The forest has lighted by thousand of bonfires,
it been seen that celebration has begun,
and singing drowned the of the wind
but (the) elder this tale.
When the valor and the honor was valued lie and hypocrisy,
when the and the eminence
was valued over the and the cowardice.
The enemies cities and were on fire!
Blood and death, and mourns - Hell came out!
The and the praise to power.
The beat of and crunch of steel,
the of death flied over this field,
eyes looking into eyes and heavens were on fire!
The warriors heart and tears appeared in the old eyes -
the of the real master.
His is clenched in the first,
the teeth was gritted as time,
the of victories are over.
It's now to wait.
No sooner that the sun get out of
and the first rays let the birds know the day had come.
No that the herds were driving on the pasture
the of the old warrior was streaming by the breeze.
been looking at the faraways
and didn't that the celebration was over.
His thoughts were those far times.
Like a cold passed through his skin.
He rose and back to his house
not left by the about those distant times.
The honor and to power!
The ages of victories.