Luyện nghe bài hát To Mount And Rove

I came from the utter
shame on the tender shields
On my path I high
Acknowledged the sky
The hate I carried, why!

I towards the rising Autumn
And cursed the Summer with the promise of
Where my foes quiver in frost
A circeling saga, not forever

I came from the utter
shame on the tender shields
On my path I high
war beneath the sky
The I carried, boiling within!

I all the hills my eyes could count
And roved wherever the sun sight

I drifted from the deepest
Til I saw my name in a sign
so deep in the crystal bark
Of a lodge I sojourned ago

Crying my beneath the sky!