Luyện nghe bài hát The Mournful Euphony

As await for the embrace of the poudrins
thou hear the roaring of a stormy
thou feel a gelid deep within
as thou wonder what this winter bring

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

thy mournful euphony
when tempest so furious sweep
sounds so majestic, a
so a deep sonorous grief

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

the northern above the murky skies
enchaning me it's so
as the winter nights slowly
snow it's winther'd leaves

I'm thy winter
embrace with desire
always thee
and thee

Yet it shall
the mid'winter
compels
the landscape to
in
the enchanting
as the master of
his might

Carry me o'mighty
to my desolate
where i shall narrate my of woe
my creed my

The embrace my cold realm
so arcane but yet so
it in solemn splendour
so alluring and beyond