Luyện nghe bài hát Mïre

Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of
Harken! - teh clouds in dark -
So easing.
Hush! - ye the yew doting;
Its of yore in a mre,
Each like a within its grave;
Wrought for us a of lief;
not a lore of bale nor loathe;
Harmony and are its blisses;
Ne'er it exist'd so sonorously -
Jostl'd away the pale
That us had o'erhung -
thy shutters to open
And thus the hearth;
Thou giv'st to misery all thou the cold -
With weal embrac'd the landscape
Like a of heaven in the broad daylight -
This joy subdueth it again waneth,
Save the winter of stalwart.