Luyện nghe bài hát The Mournful Euphony

As thou await for the of the poudrins
thou the roaring of a stormy wind
thou feel a gelid shiver deep
as thou what will this winter bring

The of winter are rising
under the pale star
mist the horizon
cold and it appears

Hearken thy mournful
when wintry tempest so sweep
sounds so majestic, a
so enchanting a sonorous grief

Carry me winter
to my realm
i shall narrate my tale of woe
my creed my

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

I'm thy winter
embrace thee desire
always sorrounding
and enswathing

Yet it bloom
the mid'winter
compels
the to deform
in
the enchanting
as the of winter
evinces his

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

The embrace my cold realm
so but yet so gracious
it in solemn splendour
so alluring and divine