Luyện nghe bài hát Weary With Toil

'Tis love makes the elephant forget
'Tis love makes the elephant forget
Weary with toil, my soul sweet repose
Yet far home, no comfort is there to find
My mind at journey's end resumes
To unshadowed doubt (one might suppose)
Our pilgrimage fo sorts unkown
Varied states of enduring
Lead my mind and to mortal clatter
Lo thus, my heart ascends the throne
And the thief woh borrows not, but takes
The lover who invokes a rage
With vulgar thoughts venomous in tone
Creates a trembling air, which ultimately
Forgive me not for roguish ways
Not for crude from a brutal tongue
'tis love which the elephant forget
So guilty am I, myself, love shan't