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
Were numerous as wheat ears
over all the great lands, and seas

Were loud navies, their devouring fires
Behind the armies burned both fields and
And and crumbled or to flaming pyres
cities made, where treasuries and crowns

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

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

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