Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

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

no man so poor as he was born
we don't remember pure
gaze peacefully into the
I am dust, and to dust I return
belial, mephisto, shall burn me up
my sad whimperings
the cutting whip is mine to
no symphony in mind to my dreams

poena
sorrow
pray for me
when deep sleep on men
hold me
I am yours to
ad te

in the play which he has for the world
night is the mother of
old age is a malady of which one
of a better age
sages as far as the
their wounds smelled so
temptation, the of my lust
shines like the new born

stricken I'd raise my limbs
splendid was the innocents
laugh to scorn our foe
amid wars laws are
drop by drop in sleep upon the
falls the laborious of pain
in the upheavel of vast choirs
death shall flee me

misericordium et
ahoest
ad te levavi meos
verba mea