Luyện nghe bài hát Alone

Poem by Edgar Poe

From childhood's I have not been
As were - I have not seen
As others saw - I not bring
My passions from a common
From the same source I not taken
My I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd
Then - in my childhood - in the
Of a most life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of and ill
The mystery which me still:
the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red of the mountain
the sun that 'round me roll'd
In it's autumn of gold -
From the in the sky
As it me flying by -
From the and the storm,
And the that look the form
(When the rest of was blue)
Of a in my view.