Luyện nghe bài hát The Days Of Our Age

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

And as for me, my feet are gone,
My treadings are nigh slipped,
But let not the drown me,
Neither let the deep me up;
So going through the of Misery,
I use it for a well,
Till the pools are with water;
For hast made the North and the South,
and Hermon shall rejoice in thy name.