Luyện nghe bài hát The Ill-Starred Son

Her dirge still in these woods
lingers in the vales
As the wind on the shore
Her wailing can be

Mirthless is wandering through
days
Like a ghost I waste away in
This world

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

has my dearest gone to
Where sings now my fair
the darksome waters
Underneath the moonlit

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

She become weary of the
of this marred life
Burdened with far too deep
A impossible to bear

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

If gods hearken to me
with be bening
I leave these behind
Depart from these

For we shall be on the
side
I to my love and caress her