Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Plague

(gregorian chants)

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

(gregorian chants)

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

a man walks around the castle on the outside
the light from his lamp dancing shadows as he
he tends the
comfort to all he can for dying woman and crying man
but he it most for the children
(unclean)
tears glisten on his
did man ever deserve death?
and not all will die, the poor
for the rich are inside the castle
and he knows he be with them
and they laugh at this of a man
through the stone windows
and the tolls on

(unclean)
and many deaths and days later
many tears been cry cried but in vain
for tears can never the pain of death
only has that talent
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 bell tolls on inside the wall
(bring out dead)

the dead are now and the plague is at its end
life for the people flowers
they breathe fresh air like did once before
and there is not a sound from the castle walls
the bell has
and silence is heard
and the peasants outside wonder what happened
in their bones they feel is wrong
the bell has been silent much too
for many not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress where the rich people live
no one and no one went
fear can do strange things
and though water ran low
their mouths burnt and caked dry
not one person put a outside
no one had that much
for they feared the and their world outside
so played it safe and didn't move
but one by one perished and died