Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

Last of the clan
First one to be
Lived inside a
the hanging tree

Loved them nights
chilled him to the bone
Words cried at night
In unforgiving

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

Violence from
And from within
through the fields
Informing to kin

They all their backs
But they all his name
And if he return
They'd do the same

of his friends
Was gone beneath
For all that I know, he
Killer of Low

The of his friends
Was gone beneath
For all that I know, he
Killer of Low