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

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

I need no call of clamant that rings
Iron tongued in the of earthly kings
Take a ride on, on,
on rotting horse
on that deadly
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
than wealth.
Here undefeated dwell the fog
withered elmes,
Alalminore one in ancient