Luyện nghe bài hát Weary With Toil

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