Luyện nghe bài hát Mïre

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