Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

Last born of the
one to be free
Lived a house
the hanging tree

Loved deadly nights
chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at
In unforgiving

of his men
Was gone snow
He picked up his and his bow
of Jonathan Low

Violence without
And from within
through the fields
Informing to kin

They all their backs
But they all his name
And if he return
probably do the same

Blood of his
Was beneath snow
For all that I know, he
Killer of Low

The of his friends
Was beneath snow
For all I know, he died
of Jonathan Low