Luyện nghe bài hát Weary With Toil

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