Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Plague

(gregorian chants)

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

(gregorian chants)

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

a man walks the castle walls on the outside
the light from his lamp dancing as he moves
he tends the
gives comfort to all he can for woman and crying man
but he feels it most for the
(unclean)
tears on his cheek
did man ever deserve this
and not all die, just the poor
for the rich are the castle walls
and he he could be with them
and they laugh at fool of a man
through the stone fortress
and the tolls 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 blistered but man walks on
the only element of sanity that the people look to him for answers and he all
and the bell tolls on inside the castle
(bring out dead)

the are now buried and the plague is at its end
life for the people again
they breathe air like they did once before
and there is not a sound from the castle walls
the has stopped
and only is heard
and the peasants outside wonder what within
in their bones they something is wrong
the bell has been much too long
for many days not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress where the rich 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 foot
no one had that much
for they feared the peasants and their outside
so they it safe and didn't move
but one by one they and died