Luyện nghe bài hát The Mournful Euphony

As thou await for the of the poudrins
thou the roaring of a stormy wind
thou feel a shiver deep within
as thou wonder what will this bring

The spectress of are rising
the pale north star
mist benights the
cold and it appears

Hearken thy euphony
when wintry so furious sweep
so majestic, a symphony
so enchanting a deep sonorous

me o'mighty winter
to my desolate
where i shall narrate my of woe
my my unseemliness

the northern above the murky skies
me it's so divine
as the winter nights enlarges
conceals it's winther'd leaves

I'm thy fire
embrace with desire
sorrounding thee
and thee

Yet it shall
the storm
that
the landscape to
in
the enchanting
as the of winter
his might

Carry me winter
to my desolate
where i narrate my tale of woe
my my unseemliness

The poudrins embrace my cold
so but yet so gracious
it emerged in splendour
so alluring and beyond