Luyện nghe bài hát Alone

Poem by Allan Poe

childhood's hour I have not been
As were - I have not seen
As saw - I could not bring
My from a common spring
From the same source I not taken
My I could not awaken
My to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I alone
- in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a stormy life - was drawn
ev'ry depth of good and ill
The which binds me still:
the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the
From the sun that me roll'd
In it's autumn of gold -
the lighting in the sky
As it pass'd me by -
the thunder and the storm,
And the that look the form
(When the rest of was blue)
Of a in my view.