Luyện nghe bài hát Mïre

Poem by Raymond, by Theatre of Tragedy
Harken! - teh musterd in dark -
So easing.
Hush! - ye the yew doting;
Its of yore in a mre,
like a corpse within its grave;
Wrought for us a yearn of
'Tis not a of bale nor loathe;
Harmony and are its blisses;
Ne'er hath it exist'd so -
away the pale drape
That us had been -
Tempt'd thy to open
And thus the hearth;
Thou giv'st to misery all hast: the cold -
With weal embrac'd the sprounting
Like a star of in the broad daylight -
joy subdueth until it again waneth,
Save the winter of stalwart.