Luyện nghe bài hát Withered

Withered be the
Long past it's prime and
on the stony bed
This hillside tomb

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

The once warmed the ground
Torn out of eyes that could cry no
for the wind to take
Ohh, doth the bastard poor

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

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

For coppered be the
Of this wooded
A cold gauntlet
Hides the hand