Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Plague

(gregorian chants)

the bell
the black plague has
diseased eyes roll
as if knowing which direction their souls 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 safer inside the
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 plunder the diseased corpses for remaining riches.
(bring out dead)
and the tolls on

a man walks around the castle walls on the
the light from his lamp dancing as he moves
he the sick
gives comfort to all he can for woman and crying man
but he feels it for the children
(unclean)
glisten on his cheek
did man deserve this death?
and not all will die, just the
for the rich are inside the walls
and he knows he be with them
and they laugh at this of a man
through the stone fortress
and the bell on

(unclean)
and many deaths and days later
many tears have cry cried but in vain
for tears can never erase the of death
only time has talent
his hands are now blistered but man walks on
the element of sanity that the people look 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 people flowers
they breathe fresh air like they did once
and there is not a sound from the castle walls
the bell has
and only silence is
and the peasants outside wonder what within
in their bones they something is wrong
the bell has been silent much too
for many days not one soul has stirred the stone fortress where the rich people live
no one came and no one
fear can do many things
and even water ran low
their mouths and bellys caked dry
not one person put a foot
no one had that much
for they feared the and their world outside
so they played it safe and move
but one by one perished and died