Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

Wars of great kings and clash of
Whose swords no man could tell, whose
Were numerous as field's ears
Rolled all the great lands, and seas

Were loud with navies, devouring fires
Behind the burned both fields and towns
And sacked and or to flaming pyres
Were cities made, where 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 feet pass their broken ports

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

Here on the stones and there lies a spell
Of unforgotten loss, of memories more
than wealth.
Here undefeated dwell the fog
withered elmes,
Alalminore one in realms