Luyện nghe bài hát Act One

THE CHORUS The has often an unenviable role to play,
often a distasteful to perform;
summoned as witness to crime,
she's the silent of all,
then she and comments on the action.
She hears... observes, but must never betray her
She moves, unseen, the characters oblivion of her
a stage device.
She cannot hide, take sides.
It his curse she must stay and comment on the action...
A young man named lately received an urgent
letter a dear friend of childhood,
Roderick by name,
In which his begged him to come
all speed to the family seat.
So, during the whole of a dull, dark and day
in the of the year,
when the clouds hung low in the heavens,
he had passing through
a singularly dreary tract of
'till he himself,
as the shades of night on,
within view of the melancholy house of
MONTRESOR: That be the house.
There is no within many miles.
But surely not... It's an empty shell,
devoid of
a sterile outcrop of stone the mire.
But there can be no doubt, is the house!
And yet it so dark, so forbidding , so dead.
great crumbling facade,
windows like vacant eyes
that upon the stagnant,
glistening of the lake...
I never seen anything like it!
The gloom, the rotting of the place...
It be my imagination,
the and the cold...
Yet still, far beneath the of thought
and against my will,
my heart to tremble
in mad anticipation of the
and I am forced to
a consciousness of
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 on edge
and the hairs at the of my neck to attention.
And what of his
does not speak of her
but I she, too, lives with him
here in the of Usher,
home of the family for five hundred or more.
It's a strange place, a house,
an stranger clan;
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 have been passed.
Through all 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,
this palace in the night...
Ah, there! A light!
I am I am expected;
I shall not my friend.
End of Act One