Luyện nghe bài hát Withered

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

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

The once warmed the ground
Torn out of that could cry no more
Compassion for the wind to
Ohh, doth pity the poor

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

Withered be the
Long it's prime and bloom
Forgotten on the bed
silent hillside tomb

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