Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Plague

(gregorian chants)

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

(gregorian chants)

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

a man walks around the walls on the outside
the light from his lamp dancing as he moves
he tends the
gives comfort to all he can for dying woman and man
but he feels it for the children
(unclean)
glisten on his cheek
did man ever this death?
and not all will die, just the
for the rich are inside the castle
and he knows he could be with
and they at this fool of a man
through the fortress windows
and the tolls on

(unclean)
and deaths and many days later
many tears have been cry but in vain
for tears can never erase the pain of
only time has that
his hands are now but this man walks on
the only element of that the people look to him for answers and he answers all
and the bell tolls on inside the wall
(bring out dead)

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