Luyện nghe bài hát Alone

Poem by Edgar Poe

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