Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of that weigh against me
aid my eyes in their search for pitch
your heart now pines
for whom the gods love young
wrapped and confounded in a thousand
the sadness I present, with tears
once I'd loved now lies forlorn beauty
and abhorred by mothers

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

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

in the play which he has written for the
is the mother of sleep
old age is a malady of which one
augury of a age
as far as the beard
their smelled so sweetly
temptation, the father of my
chalcedony like the new born

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

misericordium et
ahoest
ad te levavi meos
verba mea