Luyện nghe bài hát The Days Of Our Age

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

And as for me, my are almost gone,
My treadings are well slipped,
But let not the waterflood me,
Neither let the swallow me up;
So going through the of Misery,
I use it for a well,
Till the pools are filled with
For thou hast the North and the South,
and Hermon shall rejoice in thy name.