Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

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

them deadly nights
That chilled him to the
Words were at night
In unforgiving

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

Violence from
And anger within
through the fields
Informing to kin

all turned their backs
But they all his name
And if he could
They'd probably do the

Blood of his
Was beneath snow
For all I know, he died
Killer of Low

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