Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Plaintive Sky

And so does the tune
Resound through this night
And the wind its wistful song
For the ill-lucked dwellers in

These two round-shouldered
Forward slowly this grey day
Under the fores'ts white
Out of the drifting way

With rime dressed-faces wander
With carved-hearts they flee
With grim stained-minds hover
Between and despair

rime dressed-faces they wander
With guilt they flee
With grim they ponder
If they ever be free of sins

May the stars become my
And the wind become my
Let guide us through
These pitch-dark

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

the blanket of stars
Embraced by another cold
Two figures
Leave these shores

Quietly wonder
If ever will see the light
They now lose in shadows
Owe to the of nights