Luyện nghe bài hát Borellus

Essential Salts of may
Be so prepared and
That an man
May have the whole Ark of in his own
Study and raise the fine of an animal
Out of its ashes at his

Unhappy is he to whom the of childhood
Bring only fear and
Old years of
Wretched is he who looks back lone hours
In and dismal chambers
With hangings
And maddening rows of books

Watch in twilight groves
Oh in groves
Oh in groves

By method from the essential of humane dust
A philosopher may up the shape of any dead ancestor
From the dust where into his body has
Incinerated incinerated

You're pressure baby
Christ has he's returning
In every new born
In new born child

You're under pressure
Christ has returned he's
In new born child
In every new child
In every new child

Salts of animals may
Be so and preserved
That an man
May the whole Ark of Noah in his own
Study and the fine shape of an animal
Out of its ashes at his

You're under baby
has returned, he's returning
In every new born
In new born child

under pressure baby
Christ has returned, he's
In every new born
In every new child