Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

Her dirge still echoes in woods
Mourning lingers in the
As the wind cries on the
Her wailing can be

Mirthless is this wandering
Hollow
Like a pale I waste away in
foul world

What sin do I atone for in
way
Why the snee rat me as I
Keep in pain

has my dearest gone to
Where sings now my fair
Beneath the darksome
the moonlit waves

Where is our son
lies our poor stillborn child
Below the mound
In the arms of earth

She become weary of the
Tired of marred life
Burdened with sorrow far too
A pain to bear

is no light at the end of this
Blackened
Calm are the sullen waters
me

If shall hearken to me
with be bening
I these woes behind
Depart from cares

For we shall be on the
Other
I desscend to my love and her