Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

Wars of great kings and of armouries
Whose swords no man could tell, whose
Were numerous as wheat ears
Rolled over all the lands, and seas

Were loud with navies, their fires
the armies burned both fields and towns
And sacked and crumbled or to flaming
Were cities made, where and crowns

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

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

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