Luyện nghe bài hát Act One

THE CHORUS The chorus has often an role to play,
a distasteful task to perform;
summoned as witness to crime,
she's the silent 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 simple device.
She cannot hide, take sides.
It his curse that she stay and comment on the action...
A young man named Montresor lately received an
letter a dear friend of childhood,
Roderick by name,
In which his friend begged him to
all speed to the family seat.
So, during the whole of a dull, dark and day
in the of the year,
when the hung oppressively low in the heavens,
he had passing through
a singularly dreary tract of
'till he himself,
as the of night drew on,
within view of the melancholy house of
That must be the house.
There is no within many miles.
But not... It's just an empty shell,
devoid of
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.
That great facade,
just like vacant eyes
that upon the stagnant,
blackness of the lake...
I have never anything 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 consciousness of
a cold and fear,
nameless, formless, to the bone...
No, it's just the air that makes me
forget myself, the and the dusk.
This be all that 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 family for hundred years or more.
It's a strange place, a house,
an even stranger
all either or mad,
not an ordinary man among
all...
But, all as it is,
the Usher race has put no enduring branch.
And so sire to son, from sire to son
the patrimony and the name been passed.
Through all ancestry no cousins,
aunts of
the singular symmetry
of the tree.
Well then, so I am here; I have
and it is too late, to to run.
But a chilling sight,
this palace in the night...
Ah, there! A light!
I am awaited; I am
I shall not my friend.
End of Act One