Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

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

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

Kings and their folk, their wives and tender
Were all consumed. Now are those courts
Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly
And no feet pass beneath their ports

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

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