Luyện nghe bài hát Borellus

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

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of
Bring fear and sadness
Old of play
is he who looks back upon lone hours
In vast and dismal
brown hangings
And maddening of antique books

Watch in twilight groves
Oh in twilight
Oh in groves

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

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

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

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

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

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