Luyện nghe bài hát Moaning Idiot Heart

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

Tomorrow waits me at my
all my yesterdays swarm near
And one whines, too late,
too and one is dumb with fear

Was this the all that could give
Me, who cradle hungered on,
body and soul to live,
giving my all and then be

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

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

And when at I journey where,
all of you I must resign
Will the least of me be fair
or will you my ghost malign

I wake and watch the moon is here,
a tracks me on
And I, darker my shadow,
her fabulous inconsistency

Have done moaning, idiot heart
if it so be that has wings,
I with my shears will an art
to still her

Your face befools my eyes
Your I wake to feel
Lost in deep black surmise
its touch my veins

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