Luyện nghe bài hát Act One

THE CHORUS The chorus has an unenviable role to play,
often a distasteful task to
summoned as to uncounted crime,
she's the accomplice of all,
then she turns and on the action.
She hears... observes, but must 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 a dear friend of childhood,
Usher by name,
In which his friend him to come
all speed to the family seat.
So, the whole of a dull, dark and soundless day
in the of the year,
when the clouds oppressively low in the heavens,
he had been passing
a singularly dreary of country
he found himself,
as the of night drew on,
within view of the house of Usher
MONTRESOR: must be the house.
is no other within many miles.
But not... It's just an empty shell,
of life;
a sterile outcrop of amid the mire.
But there can be no doubt, is the house!
And yet it looks so dark, so , so dead.
That crumbling facade,
windows just vacant eyes
that peer 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 the plane of thought
and quite my will,
my heart to tremble
in mad of the House
and I am forced to
a of fear;
a cold and fear,
nameless, formless, to the bone...
No, it's just the leaden air makes me
myself, the weather and the dusk.
This must be all that sets my teeth on
and the hairs at the of my neck to attention.
And what of his
This does not of her
but I understand she, too, lives him
in the House of Usher,
home of the family for hundred years or more.
a strange place, a strange house,
an even stranger
all saints or mad,
not an ordinary man among
all...
But, all as it is,
the race has put forth no enduring branch.
And so from sire to son, sire to son
the patrimony and the name have passed.
Through all their no cousins,
of bastards
disturb the singular
of the tree.
Well then, so I am 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