Luyện nghe bài hát Masque Of The Red Death

(inspired by the work of Edgar Poe)

I. Red
It was a when life was short
Long devastated was the
had there ever been
A more plague against all man
Pungent pain, faintness
Your energy to fade
As you there somewhat daunted
You know 'Red Death' is on way
Blood, blood, and more blood
Profuse bleeding at the
You your blood slowly sizzle
As your flesh some more
Screams of anguish, blood still
Pollutes the a rotten red
Your has come, you must meet your maker
As you slip into the valley of the shadow of

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

It was the close of the fifth or
sixth month of his seclusion, and the
pestilence raged most abroad, that
the Prince Prospreo his thousand
friends at a masked of the most unusual
magnificence... Allen Poe (1809-1849)

III. The Masquerade including the Twelfth Hour and Return of the Red
Bizzare it was chambers
Held this jubilee for one
It stood alone, the wing
Where no one shared it's
Blood tinted panes, or fire
it's rays
A stands tall, ominous
It of death so soon to be
So loud, so the guests pay heed
The dissonant ring of
The crowd goes pale as
the maskers in their revelry
Then as the ceased
A light spread through the assembly
And all is
Until the chiming of old ebony

The ebony clock the twelfth hour
And everyting ceased as the revellers
The swings all still, all silent
Save the of old ebony
As the last chime and sunk into silence
Soon it was felt a presence so
Tall and gaunt who is this figure
in habiliments of the grave?
His blood mask bore a striking resemblence
The countenance of a rigid
He stalked to and fro in a slow, movement
Enraging the Duke, of his sanctuary
'Seize him, unmask him, ' the prince
'Who dares insult us this blasphemous mockery?
You'll at sunrise! '
Not a person came it seemed like all was lost
As the intruder his way unimpeded
An anon he went on trugged through chamber
Where the music once swelled and the dreams on and on
The prince in pursuit drawn aloft
As the figure retreats to the chamber
He turns, a piercing sharp cry
Now the lay dead in the hall of the velvet...
Then summoning the wild of despair,
A of revellers at once threw themselves
the black apartment, and seizing the mummer,
Whose tall dark figure stood erect and
Within the of the ebony clock, gasped
In unutterable horror at finding the
Cerements and corpse-like mask, they
Handled so violent a rudeness, untenated
By any form.
And now was acknowlegded the
Of the Red Death. He had as a thief
In the night and one by one the revellers
In the blood-bedewed of their revel,
And died each in the posture of his fall.
As the of the ebony clock went out
With the last of the gay.
And the of the tripods expired. And Darkness
And Decay and the Red held illimitable dominion over all...
Allen Poe (1809-1849)