Luyện nghe bài hát Act One

THE The chorus has often an unenviable role to play,
often a distasteful task to
summoned as witness to crime,
she's the accomplice of all,
then she turns and on the action.
She hears... observes, but must never her emotions
She moves, unseen, the characters oblivion of her
a simple device.
She hide, cannot take sides.
It his that she must stay and comment on the action...
A young man named Montresor lately received an
from a dear friend of childhood,
Roderick by name,
In which his friend begged him to
with all speed to the seat.
So, during the whole of a dull, and soundless day
in the of the year,
when the clouds hung low in the heavens,
he had been passing
a singularly tract of country
'till he himself,
as the shades of drew on,
within view of the melancholy of Usher
MONTRESOR: must be the house.
There is no other many miles.
But surely not... It's an empty shell,
of life;
a sterile outcrop of amid 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 upon the stagnant,
blackness of the lake...
I have never seen anything it!
The gloom, the rotting of the place...
It be my imagination,
the and the cold...
Yet still, far the plane of thought
and quite my will,
my begins to tremble
in mad of the House
and I am forced to
a consciousness of
a and senseless fear,
nameless, formless, to the bone...
No, it's just the air that 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 what of his
This not speak of her
but I understand she, too, lives him
in the House of Usher,
home of the family for five years or more.
a strange place, a strange house,
an even clan;
all saints or mad,
not an ordinary man among
all...
But, all as it is,
the Usher has put forth no enduring branch.
And so sire to son, from sire to son
the and the name have been passed.
Through all ancestry no cousins,
aunts of
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 shall not my friend.
End of Act One