Luyện nghe bài hát Masque Of The Red Death

(inspired by the of Edgar Allen Poe)

I. Red
It was a time when was short
Long devastated was the
Never had ever been
A fatal plague against all man
pain, sudden faintness
Your begins to fade
As you stand somewhat daunted
You know 'Red Death' is on way
Blood, blood, blood and more
Profuse bleeding at the
You watch your blood slowly
As your flesh some more
of anguish, blood still flowing
Pollutes the a rotten red
Your time has come, you must meet your
As you slip into the valley of the shadow of

II. The Prince's Plan
All men feared this great
But the valiant Prince had the only
For his majesty and his chosen
The inception of new life free them of contagion
it was this structure of seclusion
Surrounded by these walls so massive yet
The gates were shut impervious to those forsaken
Never letting go of the souls that taken
There was beauty, was wine
and sweet nectar
Flowing from
All of pleasure
the Master-Plan
Providing lunacy
Outside the palace
'Red Death' just sits and for you

It was toward the of the fifth or
sixth of his seclusion, and while the
pestilence raged most abroad, that
the Prince Prospreo his thousand
friends at a masked ball of the most
magnificence... Edgar Poe (1809-1849)

III. The including the Twelfth Hour and Return of the Red Death
Bizzare it was seven
Held jubilee except for one
It stood alone, the wing
Where no one shared offerings
tinted panes, brazier or fire
Projects rays
A clock tall, ominous
It warns of so soon to be
So loud, so deep the guests pay
The ring of ebony
The crowd goes pale as
Shrouds the maskers in revelry
as the echos ceased
A laughter spread through the assembly
And all is
the next chiming of old ebony

The ebony struck the twelfth hour
And everyting as the revellers cowered
The pendulum all still, all silent
the voice of old ebony
As the last chime died and sunk into
Soon it was a presence so strange
Tall and gaunt who is this figure
Shrouded in of the grave?
His blood splattered mask bore a striking
The of a rigid corpse
He stalked to and fro in a slow, movement
the Duke, invasion of his sanctuary
'Seize him, him, ' commanded the prince
'Who dares us with this blasphemous mockery?
You'll at sunrise! '
Not a person came forth it seemed all was lost
As the intruder make his way
An anon he went on through each chamber
Where the music swelled and the dreams lived on and on
The prince in dagger drawn aloft
As the figure to the seventh chamber
He turns, a piercing sharp cry
Now the lay dead in the hall of the velvet...
Then the wild courage of despair,
A throng of at once threw themselves
the black apartment, and seizing the mummer,
Whose tall figure stood erect and motionless
Within the shadow of the ebony clock,
In unutterable at finding the grave
Cerements and corpse-like mask, they
with so violent a rudeness, untenated
By any form.
And now was the presence
Of the Red Death. He had come as a
In the and one by one droppd the revellers
In the blood-bedewed halls of revel,
And died in the despairing posture of his fall.
As the life of the clock went out
that the last of the gay.
And the flames of the expired. And Darkness
And Decay and the Red held illimitable dominion over all...
Allen Poe (1809-1849)