Luyện nghe bài hát Mre

Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of
Harken! - teh clouds in dark -
So easing.
Hush! - hearest ye the yew
Its years of in a mre,
Each like a corpse its grave;
Wrought for us a yearn of
'Tis not a of bale nor loathe;
Harmony and aesthesia are its
Ne'er hath it exist'd so -
away the pale drape
That us had been -
Tempt'd thy to open
And thus quench'd the
Thou giv'st to misery all hast: the cold -
With weal the sprounting landscape
Like a star of heaven in the broad -
This joy subdueth it again waneth,
Save the winter of stalwart.