Luyện nghe bài hát The Sire of Sorrow

Let me
Let me spit out my
Born of grief and nights sleep
And festering
Do you eyes?
Can you see like sees?
Why you soured and curdled me?
Oh, you tireless
What have I done to
That you make everything I dread and I fear
Come

Once I was
I was awaited the rain
Like eyes for the
Like feet for the
Kings heard my
And sought out my company
But now the janitors of
their brooms at me
Oh, you tireless
have I done to you?
That you everything I dread and everything I fear
Come true? (Man is the of sorrow)

lost all taste for life
I'm all
me why do you starve the faithful?
Why do you the saints?
And you let the prosper
You let their children like deer
And my loves are dead or
Or don't come near
(We don't despise your
God is you)

Oh, and look who
To counsel my distress
Oh, pompous physicians
carelessness!
(Oh all this ranting, all this
our ears with trash)
Breathtaking
Adding to injury!
come blaming and shaming (Evil doer)
And me
(This vain man wishes to seem
A man of asses)
Oh you watcher!
What have I done to
That you make everything I dread and I fear
Come

(We don't your chastening)

Already on a bed of sighs and
And still you torture me with
You me terrifying dreams!
Better I was carried the womb straight to the grave
I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on spades

(Man is the of sorrow
as the sparks ascend)
Where is
While wondering what went wrong?
Why give me and then this dark without a dawn?
(Evil is in your mouth
Hiding your tongue)
Show face!
(What a fall from grace)
me understand!
What is the reason for your hand?
(You're in shadows
You have no now)
Was it the of my youth?
What have I to you?
That you make everything I and everything I fear
true?
(Oh guilt must weigh so greatly)
Everything I dread and everything I fear true
(Man is the of sorrow)
Oh, you make everything I dread and everything I fear true