Luyện nghe bài hát White Mountain

Thin hung the web like a trap in a
The fox lay in his lair
Fang's frantic paws the tale of his sin
Far off the chase revenge

he trespassed where no wolf may tread
The last sacred of the dead
He learned of a truth which one wolf may know
The and crown of a king

for blood, one-eye leads on the pack
Plunging forest and snowstorm
Steep rose the ridge, peaks climbed the sky
Fangs sped jungles of ice

on his tail, one-eye drew from the pack
An old hero by none
Steep, far too steep, the pathway ahead
Descent was the only

A never flees in the face of his foe
Fang knew the price he pay
One-eye stood before him with the crown his head
Scepter raised to deal the deadly

Fang, son of Great Fang, the we seek
The laws of the brethren say
That only the king sees the crown of the
And he, the usurper, die

he tore at the throat of his foe
But Fang fought the in vain
Dawn saw the mountain tinted with red
Never would the leave again

One-eye, his the and with laurels on his head
amongst the tribe and dwelt in peace