Luyện nghe bài hát Tuonela

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

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

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

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

Came the man of
With sound of war beat
Said no sword I'm enough
Without my two 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 of brides of plaited hair, this man old and lame, old and lame

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

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