Luyện nghe bài hát London

(words by william blake - 1827])

I wander through each street,
Near the chartered thames does flow,
And in every face I meet
of weakness, marks of woe

In cry of every man,
In every cry of fear,
In voice, in every ban,
The manacles I hear.

How the cry
blackening church appalls,
And the hapless sigh
Runs in blood down palace

But most, through midnight I hear
How the youthful harlot's
the new-born infant's tear
And blights with plagues the marriage

I wander each chartered street,
Near where the chartered does flow,
And mark in every I meet
of weakness, marks of woe