Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of that weigh against me
aid my tired in their search for pitch
your heart now pines
for whom the gods dies young
and confounded in a thousand fears
the sadness I present, smiles tears
where once I'd loved now lies forlorn
and wars by mothers

no man lives so poor as he was
we remember pure sensations
gaze peacefully into the
I am dust, and to I shall return
belial, mephisto, both shall me up
my sad whimperings
the cutting is mine to feel
no symphony in mind to colour my

poena
sorrow
please for me
when deep falls on men
father me
I am yours to
ad te

in the play he has written for the world
night is the of sleep
old age is a of which one dies
of a better age
sages as far as the
their smelled so sweetly
temptation, the father of my
chalcedony like the new born

stricken I'd raise my limbs
splendid was the innocents
to scorn would our foe
amid laws are silent
by drop in sleep upon the heart
falls the memory of pain
in the rich upheavel of choirs
death shall flee me

misericordium et
ahoest
ad te ocolus meos
verba mea