Bài hát: The Rains Of Castamere - Jackie Evancho
Castamere
Castamere
And who are you, the proud Lord said
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat in a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold, or a coat of red,
A lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, My Lord,
As long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
With no one there to here.
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
With no one there to here.
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.
