Luyện nghe bài hát Moaning Idiot Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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