Luyện nghe bài hát Act Six

CHORUS Three days of bitter grief passed
and abandoned any attempt to cheer his friend.
Then came a sudden change in
demeanour, whose he was soon to comprehend.
Now Usher for hour on hour
with head and eyes half-closed,
as if the deep and sullen silence
a sound exists for which he listens; a without end.
Now walks for hour on hour.
With ashen and trembling step, he climbs each stair,
He climbs each tower; still it there.
AND No. It's only the
THE beating of the heart,
OF THE HOUSE heart of the of Usher,
of the heart
heart of the of Usher.
USHER
is that you?
I not sleep
Nor I.
to the storm!
Did you hear
a dreadful sound?
Indeed.
I have!
But this sound you can
the tempest beats the House
as it beat upon a drum,
is no sound to fear.
For the to fear
It upon the house.
walk softly when come
The thunder so near
But only the But it's only the
of the heart, beating of the heart,
heart of the of Usher. heart of the House of Usher.
USHER MONTRESOR VOICES OF THE
Oh the is Beating of the heart,
in frenzy, I heart of the
can feel the of Usher
beat on the Beating of the heart
The breaking of the heart! of the House
These giant of Usher.
are trembling Beating of the
the lashing heart of the House
of the of Usher.
The of the heart! Beating of the heart
heart of the
of
Why is that sound The House
not by of Usher
echoes of the storm? stand.
The
But understand we only of
the House shall stand
Speaking of a storm The
is the storm itself! of Usher
stand.
The House of
The House of
MONTRESOR We've enough, I'll close the window.
The is chill and grows yet stronger.
These are shaking!
You play something for me;
you play and I shall listen.
So we pass away this dreadful night.
Yes I shall play,
yes, I play!
(The In the greenest of our valleys
Palace) by good tenanted
once a fair and palace -
radiant - reared its head.
In the monarch, Thought's
like a it stood there.
Never spread a pinion
fabric half so fair.
Wanderers in that valley
two luminous windows saw
spirits musically
to a well-tuned law,
about a throne where sitting,
side by side with his queen,
in state his well befitting,
the ruler of the was seen.
MONTRESOR
Wait!
Did you it?
was it?
nothing.
What was
distant
I say, I nothing
All pearl and ruby glowing
was the glorious door
through which flowing, flowing,
flowing and sparkling
a troop of echoes, whose sweet
night and day was but to
in voices of beauty
the wit and wisdom of king.
MONTRESOR
No!
something,
I it
clear,
a crying.
nothing
I say
but the wind!
You the wind,
just Within the House!
the wind crying.
But evil things, in robes of
the monarch's high estate;
let us mourn for morrow
dawn him, desolate;
round about his the glory
that had always blushed and
is but a dim-remembered
of the time entombed.
MONTRESOR
There!
Yes, you it!
is someone else -
There's nothing something
I say, there!
You nothing!
no-one there.
It is the Are we
you hear. alone here?
Travellers now within that
through red-litten see
vast that move fantastically
to a discordant
while a rapid, ghastly river
the ever open door
a hideous rush out forever
and - but smile no more!
And laugh - but no more!
And laugh - but no more!
No! No! No!
Yes, I hear it! Yes, I have it
long, - many minutes, many hours,
but I not speak:
I you I dared not speak.
No more cant you,
you thick-skinned fool, damn your compassion!
For now I say you hear the wicked truth
We put her in the tomb!
But I not, I dared not speak!
Yes, have I not heard her footsteps on the
Yes, do I not
the heavy and horrible beating of her
Yes, she is coming.
She has in the darkness,
in her mindless, strength.
Now she has from the tomb.
Now she has from the tomb.
ago I heard her first feeble movements
in the hollow -
said I not that my senses acute?
I the scraping, the scraping of her nails -
but I dared not, I not speak!
Madman! Madman!
I tell you she now comes towards the door!
USHER MONTRESOR CHORUS VOICES OF THE
No, what a
thought! We
Now the breath!
is finished. The that House
You is done we are!
she was dead... be We
You watched undone. not
her dying!
It's over now over now
evil have let
you done? It not
be them go!
God, a
thought!
It's over now It's now. We
The that
Why must is done could
be
Could this not
prevented?
It's over now It's now
The evil that The evil We
is done... is could not
not
be let
could this have never
been prevented? be
go!
I dare not could this it could not
I dared not speak! prevented? be prevented!
Madman!
Madman!
I you
she now stands
the door!
USHER MADELINE MONTRESOR
I'm
Now, No,
Madeline! Madeline!
I have
to a
with my eyes
and I'm
I am the now to find you... Leave!
of the Usher! Depart!
my death Go!
leave me so.
Where are you It's now

I am If I so
the afraid I'd
Usher touch her Leave!
I where are you? It's over now Depart!
the sky I see. Go!
Now he
of death, the evil the
things even that is done that is one
I feel madder cannot be be
the sky undone
moan shuts himself away the the evil
to join shuts himself away that is come that is
the slime!
He shut not could not
away! be prevented. be prevented.
AS THE FALLS
THE VOICES beams plaster copings We We
OF THE corbels bressumers quoins breath are
HOUSE joists arches wainscot We rise Usher
kin-posts stairs parapets
spandrels banister pediments
struts cusps mansard
stanchions cornices
king-posts
End of Act Six