Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

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

Were loud with navies, their devouring
Behind the armies burned both fields and
And sacked and crumbled or to pyres
Were cities made, where and crowns

Kings and their folk, their wives and tender
all consumed. Now silent are those courts
Ruined the towers, whose old slowly fades
And no feet pass their broken ports

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

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