Luyện nghe bài hát Act One

THE CHORUS The has often an unenviable role to play,
often a task to perform;
as witness to uncounted crime,
she's the accomplice of all,
then she turns and on the action.
She hears... observes, but must never betray her
She moves, unseen, the characters of her presence;
a stage device.
She hide, cannot take sides.
It his curse that she must and comment on the action...
A young man Montresor lately received an urgent
letter from a friend of childhood,
Roderick by name,
In which his friend begged him to
all speed to the family seat.
So, the whole of a dull, dark and soundless day
in the of the year,
when the clouds oppressively low in the heavens,
he had been through
a singularly tract of country
he found himself,
as the shades of night on,
within of the melancholy house of Usher
That must be the house.
There is no within many miles.
But surely not... just an empty shell,
of life;
a sterile outcrop of stone the mire.
But there can be no doubt, is the house!
And yet it so dark, so forbidding , so dead.
great crumbling facade,
windows just like vacant
that peer the stagnant,
blackness of the lake...
I have never seen like it!
The gloom, the rotting of the place...
It be my imagination,
the and the cold...
Yet still, far beneath the of thought
and against my will,
my heart begins to
in mad of the House
and I am to recognise
a consciousness of
a and senseless fear,
nameless, formless, to the bone...
No, it's just the air that makes me
forget myself, the and the dusk.
This must be all that sets my teeth on
and the hairs at the nape of my to attention.
And what of his
does not speak of her
but I she, too, lives with him
here in the of Usher,
home of the family for five hundred or more.
It's a strange place, a house,
an even stranger
all either or mad,
not an ordinary man among
all...
But, all as it is,
the Usher race has put forth no branch.
And so sire to son, from sire to son
the patrimony and the name been passed.
all their ancestry no cousins,
aunts of
disturb the symmetry
of the tree.
Well then, so I am I have come;
and it is too late, to to run.
But a chilling sight,
this crouching in the night...
Ah, there! A light!
I am I am expected;
I not disappoint my friend.
End of Act One