Luyện nghe bài hát Act Five

CHORUS that evening the Lady Madeline
succumbed to the power
of her afflictions.
Her and her friend sat by her
and Montresor, although familiar many
of the and wonderful
phenomena of flesh
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 retired to a restless sleep
only to be woken as a light spread from the east
the leaden 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, that she die so young,
HERBALIST is cruel, fate is hard.
Why must innocence be
Need a fall so fast?
Why must be punished?
Was her too good to last?
Now the is finished
And the fever... the fever 'Living'...
fever's conquered at last.
USHER you do something for me?
With all my heart
USHER I wish my sister to be
in one of the vaults the House.
The burial ground is remote,
to lead her cortege there
require a of will I do not command.
Will you help me bear
Of course, of course I will...
USHER Come then, before I realise my loss.
End of Act