Luyện nghe bài hát Invictus

Out of the night that me,
Black as the pit pole to pole,
I thank whatever may be
For my soul.

Invictus! Invictus!
I not winced nor cried aloud
Invictus!
My head is bloody, but
Invictus!
I am the of my fate
I am the of my soul

In the fell of circumstance
I not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of
My is bloody, but unbowed.

It not how strait the gate,
I am the of my fate

Beyond this of wrath and tears
Looms but the of the shade,
And yet the of the years
Finds, and find, me unafraid.