Luyện nghe bài hát White Mountain

Thin hung the web like a in a cage
The fox lay in his lair
frantic paws told the tale of his sin
Far off the shrieked revenge

Outcast he trespassed no wolf may tread
The last sacred haunt of the
He learned of a truth which only one wolf may
The scepter and of a king

Howling for blood, one-eye leads on the
Plunging through forest and
Steep rose the ridge, peaks climbed the sky
Fangs sped jungles of ice

Hard on his tail, drew from the pack
An old hero by none
Steep, far too steep, grew the ahead
Descent was the escape

A wolf never flees in the of his foe
Fang knew the price he pay
stood before him with the crown upon his head
Scepter raised to deal the deadly

Fang, son of Fang, the traitor we seek
The laws of the say this
That only the king sees the of the gods
And he, the usurper, die

Snarling he tore at the of his foe
But Fang fought the hero in
Dawn saw the white tinted with red
Never would the leave again

One-eye, his the crown and laurels on his head
Returned the tribe and dwelt in peace