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 years of in a mre,
Each like a within its grave;
Wrought for us a of lief;
'Tis not a lore of bale nor
Harmony and are its blisses;
hath it exist'd so sonorously -
Jostl'd the pale drape
us had been o'erhung -
Tempt'd thy to open
And thus quench'd the
Thou giv'st to misery all thou the cold -
weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape
Like a star of heaven in the broad -
joy subdueth until it again waneth,
Save the drooping of stalwart.