Luyện nghe bài hát The Days Of Our Age

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

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