Luyện nghe bài hát Withered

Withered be the
Long past prime and bloom
on the stony bed
This silent tomb

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

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

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

be the flower
Long past it's prime and
on the stony bed
This silent tomb

For coppered be the
Of wooded land
A crude gauntlet
Hides the bony