Luyện nghe bài hát Alone

Poem by Edgar Poe

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