Luyện nghe bài hát Act One

THE CHORUS The chorus has often an role to play,
often a distasteful task to
as witness to uncounted 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 of her presence;
a stage device.
She cannot hide, take sides.
It his curse that she stay and comment on the action...
A man named Montresor lately received an urgent
letter a dear friend of childhood,
Roderick by name,
In which his begged him to come
with all to the family seat.
So, during the whole of a dull, and soundless day
in the of the year,
when the clouds hung low in the heavens,
he had passing through
a singularly dreary of country
he found himself,
as the of night drew on,
view of the melancholy house of Usher
MONTRESOR: That be the house.
There is no other 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 so dark, so forbidding , so dead.
That crumbling facade,
windows just like 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 beneath the plane of
and against my will,
my heart to tremble
in mad anticipation of the
and I am to recognise
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 sets my teeth on edge
and the hairs at the nape of my to attention.
And of his sister?
This not speak of her
but I understand she, too, lives him
in the House of Usher,
home of the family for five years or more.
It's a place, a strange house,
an even clan;
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 ancestry no cousins,
aunts of
disturb the 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 I am expected;
I shall not my friend.
End of Act One