Luyện nghe bài hát Tuonela

Sorrow is my
And I drink as wine
Oblivion my
Ground under tooth of

For be the stone
When frost devoured the
Consolation is no
Of winter's icy

Upon a crust of snow, lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won't take, I'll in winter's name
No a sullen 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 are the nights than days
As I away

the man of crown
With sound of war drums
no sword I'm strong enough
Without my two good

Upon a crust of snow, 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 group of brides of plaited hair, man old and lame, old and lame

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

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