Luyện nghe bài hát Act One

THE CHORUS The chorus has often an role to play,
often a task to perform;
summoned as witness to crime,
the silent accomplice of all,
then she and comments on the action.
She hears... observes, but never betray her emotions
She moves, unseen, the characters oblivion of her
a stage device.
She hide, cannot take sides.
It his curse that she stay and comment on the action...
A young man named lately received an urgent
letter from a dear of childhood,
Usher by name,
In his friend begged him to come
all speed to the family seat.
So, the whole of a dull, dark and soundless day
in the of the year,
the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens,
he had passing through
a singularly tract of country
'till he 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... It's 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.
great crumbling facade,
windows just vacant eyes
that peer the stagnant,
blackness of the lake...
I have never anything like it!
The gloom, the rotting of the place...
It be my imagination,
the and the cold...
Yet still, far the plane of thought
and against my will,
my heart to tremble
in mad anticipation of the
and I am forced to
a of fear;
a and senseless fear,
nameless, formless, to the bone...
No, it's just the leaden air 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 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 stranger clan;
all either or mad,
not an ordinary man them;
all...
But, all as it is,
the Usher has put forth 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 symmetry
of the tree.
then, so I am here; I have come;
and it is too late, to to run.
But what a sight,
palace crouching in the night...
Ah, there! A light!
I am awaited; I am
I not disappoint my friend.
End of Act One