Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

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

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

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

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

Here on the and trees there lies a spell
Of unforgotten loss, of memories more
mortal wealth.
Here dwell the fog immortal
under elmes,
Alalminore one in ancient