Luyện nghe bài hát Mïre

Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of
Harken! - teh clouds musterd in -
So easing.
Hush! - ye the yew doting;
Its years of in a mre,
Each like a corpse within its
Wrought for us a yearn of
not a lore of bale nor loathe;
Harmony and aesthesia are its
Ne'er hath it exist'd so -
Jostl'd away the pale
That us had o'erhung -
Tempt'd thy to open
And quench'd the hearth;
Thou giv'st to all thou hast: the cold -
With weal embrac'd the landscape
Like a star of heaven in the daylight -
This joy subdueth until it waneth,
the drooping winter of stalwart.