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

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

I need no call of bell that rings
Iron in the towers of earthly kings
Take a ride on, on,
on rotting horse
on that ground
Take a ride, on,
on your 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
withered elmes,
Alalminore one in realms