Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

Last of the clan
one to be free
Lived inside a
Beneath the hanging

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

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

Violence from
And anger from
Crawling the fields
Informing to kin

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

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

The blood of his
Was beneath snow
For all I know, he died
of Jonathan Low