Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

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

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

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

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

Here on the and trees there lies a spell
Of unforgotten loss, of more blest
than wealth.
Here undefeated dwell the fog
under elmes,
one in ancient realms