Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Plague

(gregorian chants)

the tolls
the plague has struck
diseased eyes upwards
as if knowing which their souls will travel
(bring out dead)
a woman in black
as the deathly passes by
and monks 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 plunder the corpses for remaining riches.
(bring out dead)
and the tolls on

a man walks around the castle walls on the
the light his lamp dancing shadows as he moves
he the sick
gives comfort to all he can for woman and crying man
but he it most for the children
(unclean)
tears glisten on his
did man deserve this death?
and not all will die, just the
for the rich are inside the castle
and he he could be with them
and they at this fool of a man
through the stone windows
and the tolls on

(unclean)
and many and many days later
tears have been cry cried but in vain
for can never erase the pain of death
time has that talent
his hands are now blistered but this man on
the only element of sanity that the look to him for answers and he answers all
and the tolls on inside the castle wall
(bring out dead)

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