Luyện nghe bài hát Act One

THE CHORUS The chorus has an unenviable role to play,
often a distasteful task to
as witness to uncounted crime,
she's the silent of all,
then she turns and on the action.
She hears... observes, but never betray her emotions
She moves, unseen, the characters of her presence;
a simple device.
She cannot hide, take sides.
It his curse that she stay and comment on the action...
A young man Montresor lately received an urgent
letter a dear friend of childhood,
Usher 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 hung oppressively low in the heavens,
he had passing through
a singularly dreary tract of
he found himself,
as the of night drew on,
view of the melancholy house of Usher
MONTRESOR: That be the house.
There is no within many miles.
But not... It's just an empty shell,
devoid of
a outcrop of stone amid the mire.
But can be no doubt, this is the house!
And yet it so dark, so forbidding , so dead.
That crumbling facade,
windows just like vacant
that upon the stagnant,
blackness of the lake...
I never seen anything like it!
The gloom, the dankness of the place...
It be my imagination,
the and the cold...
Yet still, far beneath the plane of
and quite my will,
my begins to tremble
in mad anticipation of the
and I am to recognise
a of fear;
a cold and fear,
nameless, formless, to the bone...
No, it's the leaden air that makes me
forget myself, the and the dusk.
This must be all sets my teeth on edge
and the hairs at the nape of my to attention.
And of his sister?
This does not of her
but I she, too, lives with him
in the House 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 them;
all...
But, all as it is,
the Usher race has put no enduring branch.
And so from sire to son, from to son
the patrimony and the name have passed.
all their ancestry no cousins,
aunts of
the singular symmetry
of the tree.
Well then, so I am I have come;
and it is too late, to to run.
But a chilling sight,
palace crouching in the night...
Ah, there! A light!
I am I am expected;
I shall not my friend.
End of Act One