Luyện nghe bài hát Morella

Morella was a of mine
I never loved her, but we
She made me happy in a way I can't
A kind of mystic

Talking of philosophy we many hours
May awareness of yourself still to death?
I was happy then, listenin' to her
Till a day, a day, joy was turned to hate!

Hating my I wished her to die
Illness fell her, she began to fade
She me to listen, "I've something to tell:
Who you never in life, you will love in death"

"This is the day of days, the day to live and die, for all the of death and sky
Tonight gonna die, but I will live again
The of pain for you has began"

Growin' up day by day, pretty little
Our daughter I did more than you can now
So to her mother, too wise for a child
I gave a name to her, until she was ten
I had to her, we went to the church
And the priest he me the name of the girl
I don't know why "Morella" did I say
Screaming "Here I am!" my daughter died

And when I to our family's tomb to bury the second Morella, I didn't find any sign of the
first. And I to laugh... and laugh... and laugh...