Luyện nghe bài hát White Mountain

Thin hung the web like a trap in a
The fox lay in his lair
frantic paws told the tale of his sin
Far off the chase shrieked

Outcast he where no wolf may tread
The sacred haunt of the dead
He learned of a which only one wolf may know
The scepter and of a king

Howling for blood, one-eye on the pack
Plunging forest and snowstorm
Steep the ridge, ghostly peaks climbed the sky
sped through jungles of ice

Hard on his tail, drew from the pack
An old hero by none
Steep, far too steep, grew the ahead
Descent was the escape

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

Fang, son of Great Fang, the traitor we
The laws of the say this
That only the king sees the of the gods
And he, the usurper, die

Snarling he at the throat of his foe
But fought the hero in vain
saw the white mountain tinted with red
Never would the crown again

One-eye, his the crown and with on his head
Returned amongst the tribe and dwelt in