Luyện nghe bài hát Borellus

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

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

Watch them in groves
Oh in groves
Oh in twilight

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

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

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

Salts of animals may
Be so and preserved
an ingenious man
May have the Ark of Noah in his own
and raise the fine shape of an animal
Out of its at his pleasure

You're pressure baby
Christ has returned, he's
In new born child
In new born child

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