Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of grief that against me
aid my eyes in their search for pitch
your kind now pines
for whom the gods love young
wrapped and confounded in a thousand
the I present, smiles with tears
where once I'd loved now lies beauty
and wars by mothers

no man lives so poor as he was
we remember pure sensations
peacefully into the past
I am dust, and to I shall return
belial, mephisto, both shall me up
my sad whimperings
the cutting is mine to feel
no in mind to colour my dreams

damni
sorrow
pray for me
when deep sleep on men
father me
I am to bear
ad te

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

stricken I'd my dripping limbs
splendid was the fall
laugh to scorn our foe
wars laws are silent
drop by drop in upon the heart
the laborious memory of pain
in the upheavel of vast choirs
shall flee from me

misericordium et
ahoest
ad te ocolus meos
verba mea