Luyện nghe bài hát Alone

Poem by Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not
As others were - I not seen
As others saw - I not bring
My passions from a spring
From the same source I have not
My sorrow; I could not
My heart to joy at the tone;
And all I lov'd, I alone
Then - in my - 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 of the mountain
From the sun 'round me roll'd
In it's autumn of gold -
From the in the sky
As it pass'd me by -
From the and the storm,
And the that look the form
(When the of Heaven was blue)
Of a in my view.