Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

Last born of the
one to be free
Lived inside a
Beneath the tree

Loved deadly nights
That him to the bone
Words were cried at
In unforgiving

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

from without
And anger from
Crawling the fields
next to kin

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

Blood of his
Was beneath snow
For all that I know, he
of Jonathan Low

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