Luyện nghe bài hát Moaning Idiot Heart

[Music: Bergholtz, Dinsdale,
[Lyrics taken from Walter De La Mare's "The Room"]

waits me at my gates
while all my yesterdays swarm
And one whines, too late,
too late and one is dumb fear

Was this the all that could give
Me, who from cradle on,
body and aflame to live,
giving my all and be gone

Have done with moaning, heart
if it so be love has wings,
I with my will find an art
to her flutterings

of that bandage to will I
and show the wimp she's indeed
Hot shall prove my mastery
She shall not weep but

And when at I journey where,
all thought of you I resign
Will the least memory of me be
or will you even my malign

I wake and when the moon is here,
a tracks me on
And I, than my shadow,
fear her inconsistency

Have done with moaning, heart
if it so be love has wings,
I with my shears find an art
to her flutterings

Your maddening face befools my
Your hand I to feel
in deep midnight's black surmise
its touch my congeal

And when at last I where,
all of you I must resign
the least memory of me be fair
or will you even my ghost