Luyện nghe bài hát Withered

Withered be the
Long past it's and bloom
Forgotten on the bed
This silent tomb

For be the grip
Of this land
A crude gauntlet
Hides the bony

The tears warmed the ground
Torn out of that could cry no more
for the wind to take
Ohh, pity the bastard poor

A life of and hate
Upon a chance a twist of
The from the goblet ran
Down the throat of her man

Withered be the
past it's prime and bloom
Forgotten on the bed
This silent tomb

For be the grip
Of this wooded
A cold gauntlet
the bony hand