Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Song Of The Forlorn Son

Song The Forlorn Son

Wretched is my lot here, mirthless is my fate
Alone to the cruel winters, endure the dreary cold
What is there to hope for, what is there to seek
this forsaken child, for this forlorn son

Whose sins I now atoning for?
Whose lapses am I forced to undo?

So echoes my tune through these shaws
Above the frozen streams resounds my song
Only these trees will hearken to me
Only snow-bound hills ever hear my call

What is there to hope for, what is there to seek
For this child, for this forlorn son
For this embittered man, this grim castaway

Solace I find in the light of the pale moon
My comfort in the night the murmur of trees
I set forth without ever glancing back
It is time to make my own way through the dusk