Luyện nghe bài hát Masque Of The Red Death

(inspired by the work of Edgar Poe)

I. Red
It was a time when life was
Long was the land
Never had ever been
A more plague against all man
pain, sudden faintness
Your begins to fade
As you there somewhat daunted
You 'Red Death' is on it's way
Blood, blood, blood and more
Profuse at the pores
You watch your slowly sizzle
As flesh dissolves some more
Screams of anguish, blood flowing
Pollutes the a rotten red
Your time has come, you must meet maker
As you into the valley of the shadow of death

II. The Prince's Master
All men feared this disaster
But the valiant Prince had the only
For his majesty and his ones
The inception of new life would free them of
Magnificent it was this structure of
Surrounded by these so massive yet elusive
The gates were shut impervious to those forsaken
Never letting go of the souls that were
was beauty, there was wine
Ambrosia and sweet
Flowing within
All appliances of
the Master-Plan
Providing lunacy
the palace gates
'Red Death' sits and waits for you

It was toward the close of the or
sixth of his seclusion, and while the
pestilence most furiously abroad, that
the Prospreo entertained his thousand
friends at a masked ball of the most
magnificence... Allen Poe (1809-1849)

III. The Masquerade the Twelfth Hour and Return of the Red Death
it was seven chambers
Held this jubilee for one
It stood alone, the wing
Where no one shared offerings
Blood tinted panes, or fire
Projects rays
A clock stands tall,
It of death so soon to be
So loud, so deep the guests pay
The dissonant of ebony
The goes pale as darkness
Shrouds the maskers in their
Then as the echos
A light laughter spread the assembly
And all is
Until the chiming of old ebony

The ebony clock struck the twelfth
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
it was felt a presence so strange
Tall and who is this masked figure
Shrouded in of the grave?
His blood splattered bore a striking resemblence
The of a rigid corpse
He to and fro in a slow, solemn movement
the Duke, invasion of his sanctuary
'Seize him, unmask him, ' commanded the
'Who insult us with this blasphemous mockery?
hang at sunrise! '
Not a person came forth it seemed all was lost
As the intruder make his way
An anon he on trugged through each chamber
Where the once swelled and the dreams lived on and on
The prince in pursuit dagger aloft
As the retreats to the seventh chamber
He suddenly turns, a piercing cry
Now the Prince lay in the hall of the velvet...
Then summoning the courage of despair,
A throng of revellers at threw themselves
Into the apartment, and seizing the mummer,
tall dark figure stood erect and motionless
Within the shadow of the clock, gasped
In horror at finding the grave
Cerements and corpse-like mask, they
Handled with so violent a rudeness,
By any form.
And now was acknowlegded the
Of the Red Death. He had come as a
In the night and one by one droppd the
In the halls of their revel,
And each in the despairing posture of his fall.
As the of the ebony clock went out
that the last of the gay.
And the flames of the expired. And Darkness
And and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all...
Edgar Poe (1809-1849)