Luyện nghe bài hát White Mountain

Thin the web like a trap in a cage
The fox lay asleep in his
Fang's frantic paws the tale of his sin
Far off the chase shrieked

he trespassed where no wolf may tread
The last sacred of the dead
He learned of a truth only one wolf may know
The and crown of a king

for blood, one-eye leads on the pack
Plunging forest and snowstorm
Steep rose the ridge, ghostly climbed the sky
Fangs sped through of ice

Hard on his tail, one-eye from the pack
An old conquered by none
Steep, far too steep, grew the pathway
was the only escape

A never flees in the face of his foe
Fang knew the he would pay
One-eye stood before him with the crown his head
Scepter raised to deal the deadly

Fang, son of Fang, the traitor we seek
The of the brethren say this
That only the king the crown of the gods
And he, the usurper, die

Snarling he tore at the of his foe
But Fang fought the hero in
saw the white mountain tinted with red
Never would the leave again

One-eye, his the crown and with laurels on his
amongst the tribe and dwelt in peace