Luyện nghe bài hát Tuonela

Sorrow is my
And tears I drink as
my happiness
Ground under of time

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

a crust of snow, I'll lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won't take, I'll give in name
No good a soul, no use a simple knave
No of brides of plaited hair, this man old and lame

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

the man of crown
With of war drums beat
Said no I'm strong enough
Without my two feet

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

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

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