Luyện nghe bài hát Mïre

Poem by Raymond, by Theatre of Tragedy
Harken! - teh clouds in dark -
So easing.
Hush! - hearest ye the yew
Its years of in a mre,
Each a corpse within its grave;
Wrought for us a yearn of
not a lore of bale nor loathe;
Harmony and aesthesia are its
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 embrac'd the sprounting landscape
Like a star of heaven in the daylight -
joy subdueth until it again waneth,
Save the winter of stalwart.