Luyện nghe bài hát Alone

Poem by Allan Poe

From hour I have not been
As others - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not
My passions from a spring
From the same source I not taken
My sorrow; I not awaken
My heart to joy at the tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd
- in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was
ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me
the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red of the mountain
From the sun that 'round me
In it's autumn tint of -
the lighting in the sky
As it me flying by -
From the and the storm,
And the cloud that look the
(When the rest of was blue)
Of a in my view.