Luyện nghe bài hát Moaning Idiot Heart

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

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

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

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

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

And at last I journey where,
all thought of you I must
Will the least of me be fair
or you even my ghost malign

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

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

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

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