Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Plaintive Sky

And so does the tune
Resound through this murky
And the wind groan its wistful
For the dwellers in plight

These two round-shouldered
Forward slowly through grey day
Under the fores'ts canopy
Out of the snow's way

rime dressed-faces they wander
With guilt they flee
With stained-minds they hover
Between hope and

With rime they wander
With carved-hearts they flee
With grim they ponder
If they ever be free of sins

May the stars my eyes
And the become my hearing
Let them guide us
pitch-dark mornings

May the end
And the moon rise
So we can our way out
From these all-consuming

the blanket of stars
Embraced by another cold
Two round-shouldered
Leave these behind

Quietly they
If they ever see the light
now lose in their shadows
Owe to the of nights