Luyện nghe bài hát Tuonela

Sorrow is my
And tears I as wine
my happiness
Ground under tooth of

For cold be the
When frost devoured the
is no gift
Of icy hand

Upon a crust of snow, I'll lay my frame
What steel and won't take, I'll give in winter's name
No good a sullen soul, no use a knave
No group of of plaited hair, this man old and lame

If only I could
To see the sun of May
But still longer are the than days
As I wither

Came the man of
sound of war drums beat
Said no sword I'm enough
my two good feet

Upon a of snow, I'll lay my broken frame
What steel and iron take, I'll give in winter's name
No good a sullen soul, no use a simple
No group of brides of hair, this man old and lame, old and lame

No good a sullen soul, no use a simple
No group of brides of hair, this man old and lame

I'm not overlooked, am I?
In of the maid I'll wed
I'll the crops of Tuonela
My bride's wealth in