Luyện nghe bài hát The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

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

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

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

I need no call of clamant bell that
tongued in the towers of earthly kings
Take a on, ride on,
on rotting horse
on that deadly
Take a ride, on,
on your horse
with a sound.

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