Luyện nghe bài hát The Land Of Bird's Spirit

I am only tree, standing in the main field,
hasn't heart, but still it hurt him.
Right to small girl alighted chilly cry full of
To the land, attired I was, from the land, when I put off clothes.
In that land, under stormy clouds wheeled round black birds.
Oh, looked so sad the young knight, life in battle loses.
From my branches threw him the shred to he twined his wounds,
But he pressed it to and gripped in palm.

Across heroic land but winds hell propelled further,
To bodies of and dying to last gulped.
It was fear, which led her hand, when she painted
Her in twinkle burnt low, when she saw hags.

Beings than creatures,
Which to the heads cut.
Though she put them to flight,
Now for prey they were in a hurry again.

No! Go away!

left the land,
Willy to the rain of stone,
But she scathach nolonger
black veil, sign of triumph.

She and love was rough sea in her.
She lost him, but still believe in it.
Although she wanted to shout, his name alighted tree,
Into the smoke rose, he never heard her again.
I, the solitary tree, standing in the main field,
Which has no heart, but still it him,
Which didn't manage to say her, the way there is the way back,
Sad spirit resides in him, which only for her this song.