Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

Last born of the
First one to be
Lived inside a
Beneath the tree

Loved deadly nights
That him to the bone
Words cried at night
In unforgiving

of his men
Was beneath snow
He picked up his and his bow
Killer of Low

Violence without
And anger from
through the fields
Informing to kin

They all turned backs
But all knew his name
And if he could
They'd do the same

of his friends
Was gone beneath
For all that I know, he
Killer of Low

The of his friends
Was gone snow
For all that I know, he
Killer of Low