Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of that weigh against me
aid my tired eyes in their search for
your kind heart now
for whom the love dies young
wrapped and in a thousand fears
the I present, smiles with tears
once I'd loved now lies forlorn beauty
and wars by mothers

no man lives so poor as he was
we don't remember sensations
gaze peacefully into the
I am dust, and to I shall return
belial, mephisto, both shall me up
devour my sad
the cutting whip is to feel
no in mind to colour my dreams

poena
everywhere
please for me
deep sleep falls on men
father me
I am to bear
ad te

in the play he has written for the world
is the mother of sleep
old age is a malady of one dies
of a better age
sages as far as the
wounds smelled so sweetly
temptation, the father of my
chalcedony shines like the new

stricken I'd my dripping limbs
was the innocents fall
laugh to scorn our foe
amid wars are silent
drop by drop in sleep the heart
falls the laborious of pain
in the rich upheavel of vast
death shall flee me

misericordium et
ahoest
ad te levavi meos
mea auribus