Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

Last of the clan
First one to be
Lived a house
Beneath the tree

Loved deadly nights
That him to the bone
Words were at night
In tones

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

Violence from
And anger within
Crawling the fields
Informing to kin

They all turned their
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 beneath snow
For all that I know, he
of Jonathan Low