Luyện nghe bài hát Act Five

CHORUS Late that evening the Madeline
again succumbed to the
of her afflictions.
Her and her friend sat by her
and Montresor, familiar with many
of the and wonderful
phenomena of morbid
marvelled at the depth and of her coma.
Life so exactly mirroring
that only the of involuntary pulses
betrayed the presence of a hiding within.
In the hours before dawn they broke their vigil
and Montresor retired to a sleep
only to be woken as a grey spread from the east
across the tarn.
(Usher and the enter)
Montresor,
she is dead.
She is dead,
I sat by her,
I watched
I am alone.
USHER, That she die so,
MONTRESOR, she should die so young,
HERBALIST fate is cruel, is hard.
Why must innocence be
Need a flower fall so
Why must innocence be
Was her too good to last?
Now the is finished
And the fever... the called 'Living'...
fever's conquered at last.
USHER you do something for me?
MONTRESOR With all my
USHER I wish my to be entombed
in one of the vaults the House.
The family ground is remote,
to lead her cortege would
require a strength of I do not command.
you help me bear her?
MONTRESOR Of course, of I will...
Come then, before I fully realise my loss.
End of Act