Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Plague

(gregorian chants)

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

(gregorian chants)

the yet peasant pounds upon the castle door
for it is inside the walls
their knocking pounds a tone across the quiet, deserted courtyard
the bodies of unfortuates 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 around the walls on the outside
the light from his lamp dancing shadows as he
he the sick
gives comfort to all he can for woman and crying man
but he it most for the children
(unclean)
tears glisten on his
did man deserve this death?
and not all will die, just the
for the rich are the castle walls
and he knows he could be them
and they laugh at fool of a man
through the stone fortress
and the bell on

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

the are now buried and the plague is at its end
life for the flowers again
they fresh air like they did once before
and there is not a sound from beyond the castle
the has stopped
and silence is heard
and the peasants outside what happened within
in bones they feel something is wrong
the bell has been much too long
for many not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress where the rich people live
no one and no one went
can do many strange things
and even water ran low
their burnt and bellys caked dry
not one person put a outside
no one had much courage
for they feared the peasants and world outside
so they it safe and didn't move
but one by one they and died