Luyện nghe bài hát Mïre

Poem by Raymond, Music by of Tragedy
Harken! - teh clouds in dark -
So easing.
Hush! - hearest ye the yew
Its of yore in a mre,
Each like a corpse its grave;
Wrought for us a of lief;
'Tis not a of bale nor loathe;
and aesthesia are its blisses;
Ne'er hath it so sonorously -
Jostl'd away the pale
That us had o'erhung -
Tempt'd thy to open
And thus the hearth;
Thou giv'st to misery all hast: the cold -
With weal embrac'd the sprounting
a star of heaven in the broad daylight -
This joy until it again waneth,
Save the winter of stalwart.