Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

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

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

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

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

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