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

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

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

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