Luyện nghe bài hát Moaning Idiot Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your face befools my eyes
Your hand I wake to
Lost in deep black 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 even my malign