Luyện nghe bài hát Act One

THE CHORUS The chorus has often an role to play,
often a distasteful to perform;
summoned as to uncounted crime,
she's the accomplice of all,
she turns and comments on the action.
She hears... observes, but must never betray her
She moves, unseen, the oblivion of her presence;
a simple device.
She hide, cannot take sides.
It his curse that she stay and comment on the action...
A young man named Montresor lately received an
letter from a dear of childhood,
Usher by name,
In his friend begged him to come
with all to the family seat.
So, during the of a dull, dark and soundless day
in the of the year,
when the clouds hung low in the heavens,
he had passing through
a singularly dreary tract of
he found himself,
as the shades of night on,
view of the melancholy house of Usher
MONTRESOR: That be the house.
is no other within many miles.
But surely not... just an empty shell,
devoid of
a sterile outcrop of amid the mire.
But can be no doubt, this is the house!
And yet it looks so dark, so , so dead.
That crumbling facade,
windows just like eyes
that peer the stagnant,
glistening of the lake...
I never seen anything like it!
The gloom, the rotting of the place...
It be my imagination,
the and the cold...
Yet still, far beneath the plane of
and against my will,
my begins to tremble
in mad anticipation of the
and I am forced to
a of fear;
a cold and fear,
nameless, formless, to the bone...
No, it's just the leaden air makes me
myself, the weather and the dusk.
This must be all sets my teeth on edge
and the at the nape of my neck to attention.
And of his sister?
This not speak of her
but I understand she, too, with him
in the House of Usher,
home of the for five hundred years or more.
a strange place, a strange house,
an stranger clan;
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.
Through all ancestry no cousins,
of bastards
disturb the singular
of the tree.
then, so I am here; I have come;
and it is too late, to to run.
But a chilling sight,
this palace in the night...
Ah, there! A light!
I am I am expected;
I not disappoint my friend.
End of Act One