Luyện nghe bài hát Black Mummy

And black dry tears rolled down from your empty
while you with sorrow your ancient splendour
the colossal pomps of withered remote times
and you impotent your depressing existence.

You oh Pharaoh, you oh so great and lofty
you peace are now obliged to be derided
into a museum for the pleasure of masses of curious
they don't the tragedy of your poor remains.

To be a Mummy!

And now you return to that cursed day
first you had power and afterwards were dead!
Bonded at those ragged bandages for an arcane
you hear again the strange words of the Priest.

That you consecrated as your ancestral will
with holy bandages, the oils and the unknown
and at last this strange state that never forecast
among the living and alive among the dead!

To be a Mummy!