Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Plague

(gregorian chants)

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

(gregorian chants)

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

a man walks around the walls on the outside
the light his lamp dancing shadows as he moves
he tends the
gives to all he can for dying woman and crying man
but he feels it for the children
(unclean)
tears glisten on his
did man ever deserve this
and not all will die, just the
for the rich are the castle walls
and he knows he could be with
and they at this fool of a man
through the fortress windows
and the bell on

(unclean)
and many and many days later
many tears have been cry cried but in
for tears can never erase the of death
only time has talent
his hands are now but this man walks on
the only of sanity that the people look to him for answers 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
for the people flowers again
they breathe fresh air like they did before
and there is not a from beyond the castle walls
the bell has
and silence is heard
and the peasants outside what happened within
in their bones feel something is wrong
the bell has been much too long
for many days not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress the rich people live
no one came and no one
can do many strange things
and even though ran low
their mouths and bellys caked dry
not one person put a foot
no one had that courage
for they feared the peasants and their outside
so they it safe and didn't move
but one by one they and died