Luyện nghe bài hát Venomtongue

False
None my friend in
Batteling
my friend in word

Ill nature comes to
War
Ill nature to pass

Untame
No ward on words of tongue

Stinging song
No heart, no for venomtongue
No heart, no for venomtongue

In dismay the gazes
With a brow
On the of old
With a bleeding
In of cold
Hating,

Dawned decay of bloodline
No use to
On a of old
Let the spite
and disgrace
Blaming,

With the guts of your gone son
Tearing
On the of your long gone son

Come the holy woe
undone
From the holy woe