Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

Last of the clan
First one to be
inside a house
Beneath the hanging

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

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

Violence without
And anger from
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 beneath
For all that I know, he
Killer of Low

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