Luyện nghe bài hát Cauld Frosty Morning

CAULD FROSTY
(Robert Burns)
'Twas past ane o'clock in a frosty morning,
When cankert November over the plain,
I the kirk-bell repeat the loud warning,
As, restless, I sought for sweet in vain:
Then up I arose, the silver moon bright;
Mountains and valleys appearing all white;
I would go, amid the pale, s'ient night,
And visit the Fair One, the of my pain.-
Sae gently I staw to my lovely chamber,
And at her window, low down on my knee;
Begging that she would awauk sweet slum'ber,
Awauk from sweet slumber and me:
For, a stranger to a' pleasure, peace and rest,
into madness ha fired my tortur'd breast;
And I should be of a'men the maist unblest,
she would pity my sad miserie!
My Truic-love arose and to me,
(The moon in, an envy'd my Love's charms;)
'An innocent Maiden, ah, you undo me!'
I made no reply, but leapt into her
Bright Phebus peep'd over the hills and found me
As he has done, now, lang years and mair:
A faithfuller, constanter, kinder, more Pair,
His beam nor enlightens nor warms.
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