Luyện nghe bài hát White Mountain

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

he trespassed where no wolf may tread
The last sacred of the dead
He of a truth which only one wolf may know
The scepter and crown of a

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

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

A wolf never flees in the of his foe
Fang knew the he would pay
One-eye stood before him with the crown upon his
raised to deal the deadly blow

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

Snarling he at the throat of his foe
But Fang fought the in vain
Dawn saw the white tinted with red
Never the crown leave again

One-eye, his the crown and with on his head
Returned amongst the and dwelt in peace