Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

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

Were loud with navies, their fires
Behind the armies burned both fields and
And sacked and crumbled or to flaming
Were cities made, treasuries and crowns

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

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

Here on the and trees there lies a spell
Of loss, of memories more blest
mortal wealth.
Here undefeated the fog immortal
withered elmes,
Alalminore one in realms