Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

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

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

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

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

Here on the stones and trees there a spell
Of unforgotten loss, of memories blest
mortal wealth.
Here undefeated the fog immortal
under elmes,
Alalminore one in realms