Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

Wars of kings and clash of armouries
swords no man could tell, whose spears
Were as wheat field's ears
Rolled over all the great lands, and

Were loud with navies, their fires
Behind the armies burned both and towns
And and crumbled or to flaming pyres
Were cities made, where treasuries and

and their folk, their wives and tender maids
Were all consumed. Now silent are courts
Ruined the towers, whose old shape fades
And no feet beneath their broken ports

I need no call of clamant bell rings
Iron in the towers of earthly kings
a ride on, ride on,
on rotting horse
on that deadly
Take a ride, on,
on your rotting
with a sound.

on the stones and trees there lies a spell
Of unforgotten loss, of memories blest
than wealth.
undefeated dwell the fog immortal
under elmes,
Alalminore one in realms