Luyện nghe bài hát Fair And 'guiling Copesmate Death

"Gaunt and
the silver shield this welkin' aghast,
And with haste translateth to gild'd post and fast."
"Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside,
Crawl without this coffin blest,
The sand of the hourglass is at tide,
'Tis and hath e'er been merry blood to -
To be adust for longer can I not bide,
Hence the heart hale out the chest!
Misery thee?! - Rather me! -
For in Time's durance am I but wee."
"Sensing this pine is as as the
chasm,
Hither! - cede and my phantasm!
Cherish me and sonorously do me -
For dread! - thine eyes will behold a faugh'd."
"This tender and loving I to the bequeath,
Thence swiftly wilt errant to 'Neath."
"And to me should'st thou be the knave,
Lest fear! - spit I on thy and grave! -
Lest I at thee and do bewitch,
And the tharms fluttering and eldritch."
"To thee and thy blood for glore
Art thou my afeared and reluctant
Irksomely coy, save by alarum,
Bear torture and maim with decorum."
"If always was I this blissful and blithe
I resign to but its wee tithe."
"Purvey my ache and quench my urge,
And to thee will I the lull-dull

Deliver thy blood like the filleth the ghyll."
"Burrow to the trothplight the Nigh and Devil! -
Bid Him to with me - forsooth, merry to 'come 'twill."
"Whilom thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,
Elsewise I coerce
thine to turn whist;
I the snath and cut off thine breath,
So that thou canst in darkness and vester,
For do I what He to me liefly saith."
"Death - oh! fair and copesmate Death,
Be not a beggar; claim this bloody jester!"