I wander through each chartered street, near where the chartered Thames does flow, and mark in every face I meet marks of weakness, marks of woe in every cry of every man, in every infant's cry of fear, in every voice, in every ban, the mind-forged manacles I hear. how the chimney-sweeper's cry every blackening church appalls, and the hapless soldier's sigh runs in blood down palace walls but most, through midnight streets I hear how the youthful harlot's curse blasts the new-born infant's tear and blights with plagues the marriage hearse I wander through each chartered street, near where the chartered Thames does flow, and mark in every face I meet marks of weakness, marks of woe
[00:11.65]I wander through each chartered street, [00:16.83]near where the chartered Thames does flow, [00:21.96]and mark in every face I meet [00:27.61]marks of weakness, marks of woe [00:42.86]in every cry of every man, [00:47.71]in every infant's cry of fear, [00:52.78]in every voice, in every ban, [00:58.02]the mind-forged manacles I hear. [01:23.43]how the chimney-sweeper's cry [01:28.48]every blackening church appalls, [01:33.67]and the hapless soldier's sigh [01:38.46]runs in blood down palace walls [02:03.66]but most, through midnight streets I hear [02:08.71]how the youthful harlot's curse [02:13.92]blasts the new-born infant's tear [02:18.91]and blights with plagues the marriage hearse [02:23.77]I wander through each chartered street, [02:28.87]near where the chartered Thames does flow, [02:33.66]and mark in every face I meet [02:38.97]marks of weakness, marks of woe
