Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust asideLiza LehmannWhy, if the Soul can fling the Dust asideAnd naked on the air of Heaven ride,Were't not a shame -- were't not a shame for himIn this clay carcase crippled to abide?
← LibraryLiza Lehmann · songWhy, if the Soul can fling the Dust asideWhy, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside by Liza Lehmann with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongWhy, if the Soul can fling the Dust asideLiza LehmannWhywˈaɪ,ifˈɪftheðəSoulsˈəʊlcankˈænflingflˈɪŋtheðəDustdˈʌstasideɐsˈaɪdAndˈændnakednˈeɪkɪdonˈɒntheðəairˈeəofˈɒvHeavenhˈɛvənrideɹˈaɪd,Werewˈɜː'tnotnˈɒtaeɪ̯shameʃˈeɪm--werewˈɜː'tnotnˈɒtaeɪ̯shameʃˈeɪmforfˈɔːhimhˈɪmInˈɪnthisðˈɪsclayklˈeɪcarcaseˈkɑɹkəscrippledkɹˈɪpəldtotˈuːabideɐbˈaɪd?