Luyện nghe bài hát In Memoriam

Be near me when my is low.
When the blood creeps and the prick
And tongle, and the is sick,
And all the wheels of slow.

Be me when the sensous frame
Is racked pangs that conquer trust,
And a maniac, scattering dust,
And life, a fury, flame.

Be near me my faith is dry,
And men the flies of spring,
lay their eggs, and sting and sing,
And weave petty cells and die.

Be near me I fade away,
To point the of human strife.
And on the low verge of life
The of eternal day.

[Alfred Tennyson]