Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Plague

(gregorian chants)

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

(gregorian chants)

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

a man walks around the castle on the outside
the from his lamp dancing shadows as he moves
he tends the
gives to all he can for dying woman and crying man
but he it most for the children
(unclean)
tears on his cheek
did man ever this death?
and not all die, just the poor
for the rich are inside the castle
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 many and many days later
many tears have cry cried but in vain
for tears can never erase the pain of
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 tolls on inside the castle wall
(bring out dead)

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