Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Land Of The Dead

Where forest stream went through the wood
and silent all the stens there
of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark
with mottled shadows on their

as faint as deepest sleeper's breath
an echo came as cold death
Long are the paths, of shadow made
where foot's print is ever laid

No moon there, no voice, no sound
of beating heart; a sigh

once in each age as each age dies
alone is heard. Far, far it lies
the Land of Waiting where the sit,
in their thought's shadow, by moon lit.

Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high
Shadows at dead of night and mirrored in the skies

Far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay