Luyện nghe bài hát Alone

Poem by Edgar Poe

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