Luyện nghe bài hát The Mournful Euphony

As thou for the embrace of the poudrins
thou hear the of a stormy wind
thou feel a shiver deep within
as thou what will this winter bring

The of winter are rising
under the pale north
mist the horizon
cold and arcane it

Hearken thy mournful
when wintry tempest so sweep
so majestic, a symphony
so a deep sonorous grief

Carry me winter
to my desolate
where i narrate my tale of woe
my my unseemliness

the northern light the murky skies
enchaning me it's so
as the nights slowly enlarges
snow conceals it's winther'd

I'm thy winter
embrace thee with
sorrounding thee
and thee

Yet it shall
the storm
that
the landscape to
in
the enchanting
as the master of
his might

Carry me o'mighty
to my desolate
where i shall my tale of woe
my my unseemliness

The poudrins my cold realm
so but yet so gracious
it emerged in solemn
so alluring and divine