Luyện nghe bài hát Mïre

Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of
Harken! - teh musterd in dark -
So easing.
Hush! - hearest ye the yew
Its of yore in a mre,
like a corpse within its grave;
Wrought for us a yearn of
'Tis not a lore of bale nor
and aesthesia are its blisses;
Ne'er hath it exist'd so -
Jostl'd the pale drape
That us had been -
thy shutters to open
And quench'd the hearth;
Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the -
With weal embrac'd the sprounting
a star of heaven in the broad daylight -
This joy until it again waneth,
the drooping winter of stalwart.