Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

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

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

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

I need no call of clamant that 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
a pounding sound.

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