Luyện nghe bài hát Act Five

CHORUS Late evening the Lady Madeline
succumbed to the power
of her afflictions.
Her and her friend sat by her
and Montresor, although familiar with
of the and wonderful
of morbid flesh
marvelled at the depth and of her coma.
so exactly mirroring death
that only the merest of involuntary
betrayed the of a Spirit hiding within.
In the cold hours before dawn they broke vigil
and retired to a restless sleep
only to be woken as a light spread from the east
across the tarn.
(Usher and the enter)
Montresor,
she is dead.
She is dead,
I sat by her,
I her;
I am alone.
USHER, she should die so,
MONTRESOR, that she die so young,
fate is cruel, fate is hard.
Why must innocence be
a flower fall so fast?
Why must be punished?
Was her soul too good to
Now the punishment is
And the fever... the called 'Living'...
fever's conquered at last.
USHER Will you do for me?
With all my heart
USHER I wish my sister to be
in one of the beneath the House.
The family ground is remote,
to lead her cortege there
require a strength of I do not command.
Will you me bear her?
MONTRESOR Of course, of I will...
USHER Come then, I fully realise my loss.
End of Act