Luyện nghe bài hát Jonathan Low

Last of the clan
one to be free
Lived a house
the hanging tree

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

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

Violence from
And from within
Crawling through the
Informing to kin

They all turned their
But they all knew his
And if he return
They'd do the same

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

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