Luyện nghe bài hát Cheerful Dirge

Play by Raymond, Music by of Tragedy
"Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand
Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern errant'd."
"Ire of - bard of e'eryears -
I deem the hath wan'd -
fore'ermore?!"
"Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale I back.
Hark! my dove - I bulwark thee! -
Feathers of swans in my pillow - I my heart.
haste! - I pray - respond my plea!"
"Lo! - a sire of great awe - a of
battles!"
"...And of kinsmen for the slain!
Please! - heed my
In thy sorrow I will thy tears -
In thy bliss I will take by thy hand -
The sapor of grapes thou shalt -
And harken the nightingale oh so blithely!"
"On his knees...A plea to

No for the thorns yon count!
Wherefore gildd proffer?
Wherefore not pay to a maid
fair? -
Morn of a joyous day! 'twixt
weed!
Fertile desert! dirge!
me not! - man nor beast; envy
me;
Lest an act of wont!
Many are the drapes my past
-
Ineffable indulgeth in battles!"
"Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy with!!;
I bethink only thy weal -
"Forgive me for deeming direfully -
Therein with thee
Yet I was a daunt'd."
Is for me the boon!"