Luyện nghe bài hát White Mountain

Thin hung the web 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

Outcast he trespassed no wolf may tread
The last haunt of the dead
He learned of a which only one wolf may know
The scepter and of a king

Howling for blood, one-eye leads on the
Plunging through and snowstorm
rose the ridge, ghostly peaks climbed the sky
Fangs through jungles of ice

on his tail, one-eye drew from the pack
An old hero by none
Steep, far too steep, grew the ahead
Descent was the escape

A wolf never in the face of his foe
knew the price he would pay
One-eye stood him with the crown upon his head
raised to deal the deadly blow

Fang, son of Great Fang, the traitor we
The laws of the brethren say
That only the king sees the of the gods
And he, the usurper, die

Snarling he at the throat of his foe
But Fang the hero in vain
Dawn saw the white mountain tinted red
Never would the crown again

One-eye, his the crown and laurels on his head
Returned the tribe and dwelt in peace