Luyện nghe bài hát Mïre

Poem by Raymond, by Theatre of Tragedy
Harken! - teh clouds in dark -
So easing.
Hush! - ye the yew doting;
Its of yore in a mre,
like a corpse within its grave;
Wrought for us a of lief;
'Tis not a lore of bale nor
and aesthesia are its blisses;
Ne'er hath it so sonorously -
away the pale drape
That us had been -
Tempt'd thy to open
And quench'd the hearth;
Thou giv'st to misery all hast: the cold -
weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape
Like a of heaven in the broad daylight -
This joy subdueth until it waneth,
Save the winter of stalwart.