Luyện nghe bài hát The Days Of Our Age

The days of our age are years and ten,
And though men be so strong that come,
To fourscore years, yet is strength then,
But labour and sorrow, so soon it away,
And we are

And as for me, my feet are gone,
My are well nigh slipped,
But let not the drown me,
let the deep swallow me up;
So going the Vale of Misery,
I use it for a well,
Till the pools are with water;
For hast made the North and the South,
Tabor and shall rejoice in thy name.