Luyện nghe bài hát Lorelei

Faerie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a
A serenade siren'd to - Zounds! not to court me?
A maenad, yet the sweetest -
Certes didst thou me unveil life pristine.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I to Death,
Yet who the was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me art?
Canst not see the loss of loe painful is?
dist thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and accolade -
Caus'd for all eyes to behold a melee;
In the midst did I swainly cast my bouquet;
The one and sole that feedeth the fire,
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quire.
Lorelei,
A of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the was I to dare?
Lorelei,
thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the of loe painful is?
Perchance author I thee this apologue for aught,
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink afterthought;
'Tween Aether and 'Nether art thou phoenix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather the peevish prolix.