Luyện nghe bài hát The Days Of Our Age

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

And as for me, my are almost gone,
My treadings are well slipped,
But let not the drown me,
Neither let the deep me up;
So through the Vale of Misery,
I use it for a well,
the pools are filled with water;
For thou hast made the and the South,
Tabor and shall rejoice in thy name.