Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

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

Loved them nights
chilled him to the bone
Words cried at night
In unforgiving

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

Violence without
And from within
Crawling through the
Informing to kin

They all their backs
But all knew his name
And if he could
probably do the same

Blood of his
Was gone snow
For all I know, he died
of Jonathan Low

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