Luyện nghe bài hát Cheerful Dirge

Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of
"Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand
Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern errant'd."
"Ire of yore - bard of -
I the brood hath wan'd -
fore'ermore?!"
"Fro the of the bosom, bale I hand back.
Hark! my dove - henceforth I thee! -
Feathers of swans in my pillow - I my heart.
Make haste! - I - respond my plea!"
"Lo! - a sire of awe - a knight of
battles!"
"...And of weeping for the slain!
Please! - my words;
In thy sorrow I will kiss thy -
In thy bliss I will take by thy hand -
The of grapes thou shalt savor -
And the nightingale sing oh so blithely!"
"On his knees...A to harvest

No heed for the yon count!
Wherefore this gildd
Wherefore not pay to a maid
more -
Morn of a joyous day! 'twixt
weed!
Fertile desert! dirge!
Misery me not! - man nor beast;
me;
Lest an act of wont!
Many are the drapes that my
-
Ineffable indulgeth in battles!"
"Tisn't what thou thy words with!!;
I dotingly only thy weal -
"Forgive me for deeming direfully -
Therein abdiding with
Yet I was a daunt'd."
Is for me the boon!"