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 lands, and seas

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

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

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

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