Luyện nghe bài hát Alone

Poem by Edgar Poe

From childhood's hour I not been
As others - I have not seen
As saw - I could not bring
My from a common spring
From the same I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not
My to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I alone
Then - in my childhood - in the
Of a most stormy life - was
From 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 me roll'd
In autumn tint of gold -
the lighting in the sky
As it me flying by -
From the and the storm,
And the cloud that the form
(When the of Heaven was blue)
Of a in my view.