Luyện nghe bài hát Weary With Toil

'Tis love which the elephant forget
love which makes the elephant forget
Weary toil, my soul seeks sweet repose
Yet far from home, no is there to find
My mind at journey's end resumes
To cast doubt (one might suppose)
Our zealous fo sorts unkown
Varied states of discontent
Lead my mind and soul to mortal
Lo thus, my ascends the royal throne
And like the thief woh not, but takes
The lover who invokes a rage
With vulgar spoke venomous in tone
Creates a air, which ultimately quakes
Forgive me not for harboring ways
Not for crude language from a tongue
'tis which makes the elephant forget
So guilty am I, myself, love shan't