Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Plague

(gregorian chants)

the tolls
the plague has struck
diseased roll upwards
as if knowing which direction their souls will
(bring out dead)
a woman in cries
as the deathly passes by
and monks en masse

(gregorian chants)

the yet clean peasant pounds upon the castle
for it is safer inside the
knocking pounds a dull tone across the quiet, deserted courtyard
the of unfortuates bloat in the hot sun outside the castle walls
and ones ignorant of all facts plunder the corpses for remaining riches.
(bring out dead)
and the tolls on

a man walks the castle walls on the outside
the light from his dancing shadows as he moves
he the sick
gives comfort to all he can for dying and crying man
but he it most for the children
(unclean)
tears glisten on his
did man ever deserve this
and not all will die, just the
for the are inside the castle walls
and he knows he could be them
and they laugh at fool of a man
through the fortress windows
and the tolls on

(unclean)
and deaths and many days later
many tears been cry cried but in vain
for tears can never erase the of death
only has that talent
his hands are now blistered but man walks on
the only element of sanity that the people to him for answers and he answers all
and the bell tolls on the castle wall
(bring out dead)

the dead are now and the plague is at its end
life for the people flowers
they fresh air like they did once before
and there is not a sound from beyond the walls
the bell has
and only silence is
and the peasants outside wonder what within
in their they feel something is wrong
the has been silent much too long
for days not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress where the rich people live
no one came and no one
can do many strange things
and even though ran low
their mouths and bellys caked dry
not one person put a outside
no one had that courage
for they feared the and their world outside
so they it safe and didn't move
but one by one they and died