Luyện nghe bài hát Weary With Toil

'Tis love which the elephant forget
'Tis which makes the elephant forget
Weary toil, my soul seeks sweet repose
Yet far home, no comfort is there to find
My mind at journey's end command
To unshadowed doubt (one might suppose)
Our zealous pilgrimage fo sorts
states of enduring discontent
Lead my mind and to mortal clatter
Lo thus, my heart ascends the throne
And like the thief woh borrows not, but
The lover who a jealous rage
vulgar thoughts spoke venomous in tone
Creates a trembling air, which quakes
Forgive me not for harboring ways
Not for language from a brutal tongue
'tis love makes the elephant forget
So guilty am I, myself, love acquit