Luyện nghe bài hát Act Five

CHORUS Late that evening the Lady
again succumbed to the
of her afflictions.
Her brother and her sat by her
and Montresor, familiar with many
of the and wonderful
phenomena of flesh
at the depth and completeness of her coma.
Life so exactly death
that only the merest of pulses
betrayed the presence of a hiding within.
In the cold hours dawn they broke their vigil
and Montresor to a restless sleep
only to be as a grey 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, That she die so,
MONTRESOR, that she die so young,
HERBALIST is cruel, fate is hard.
Why must be punished?
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 all my heart
I wish my sister to be entombed
in one of the beneath the House.
The family ground is remote,
to her cortege there would
require a of will I do not command.
you help me bear her?
MONTRESOR Of course, of I will...
USHER then, before I fully realise my loss.
End of Act