Luyện nghe bài hát Moaning Idiot Heart

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

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

Was the all that life could give
Me, who from hungered on,
and soul aflame to live,
giving my all and be gone

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

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

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

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

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

Your maddening face my eyes
hand I wake to feel
Lost in deep midnight's surmise
its my veins congeal

And when at last I where,
all thought of you I must
Will the memory of me be fair
or will you my ghost malign