Luyện nghe bài hát Act One

THE CHORUS The chorus has often an role to play,
often a distasteful task to
summoned as witness to crime,
she's the accomplice of all,
then she and comments on the action.
She hears... observes, but never betray her emotions
She moves, unseen, the characters of her presence;
a stage device.
She hide, cannot take sides.
It his curse she must stay and comment on the action...
A young man Montresor lately received an urgent
letter from a dear of childhood,
Roderick by name,
In his friend begged him to come
all speed to the family seat.
So, during the of a dull, dark and soundless day
in the of the year,
when the clouds oppressively low in the heavens,
he had passing through
a singularly dreary tract of
he found himself,
as the of night drew on,
within of the melancholy house of Usher
MONTRESOR: must be the house.
is no other within many miles.
But surely not... just an empty shell,
devoid of
a sterile of stone amid the mire.
But there can be no doubt, is the house!
And yet it looks so dark, so , so dead.
great crumbling facade,
windows like vacant eyes
peer upon the stagnant,
glistening of the lake...
I have never seen like it!
The gloom, the dankness of the place...
It be my imagination,
the and the cold...
Yet still, far beneath the of thought
and against my will,
my begins to tremble
in mad anticipation of the
and I am to recognise
a of fear;
a and senseless fear,
nameless, formless, to the bone...
No, it's just the leaden air that me
forget myself, the 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?
does not speak of her
but I she, too, lives with him
here in the of Usher,
home of the for five hundred years or more.
It's a place, a strange 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, sire to son
the and the name have been passed.
Through all their no cousins,
of bastards
disturb the singular
of the tree.
Well then, so I am here; I have
and it is too late, to to run.
But what a sight,
this palace in the night...
Ah, there! A light!
I am I am expected;
I shall not my friend.
End of Act One