Luyện nghe bài hát Weary With Toil

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