Luyện nghe bài hát Moaning Idiot Heart

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

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

Was the all that life could give
Me, who cradle hungered on,
body and aflame to live,
my all and then be gone

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

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

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

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

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

Your face befools my eyes
hand I wake to feel
Lost in deep midnight's black
its touch my congeal

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