Luyện nghe bài hát Ligeia

by E. A. Poe

Dear child, are you scared
Your is trembling
child, you are a tragic bride
With a blemished

Dear soul, I will you
To the very of the earth
Dear soul I break you
The BREED is mine

"Out - out are the - out all!
And each quivering form,
The curtain, a pall,
Comes with the rush of a storm, ..."

worm, are you strong enough?
I will you
Dear worm, I will rise up
From the embers

"...And the angels, all and wan,
Uprising, unveiling,
the play is the tragedy, "Man",
And its the conqueror Worm".