Luyện nghe bài hát Mre

Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of
Harken! - teh clouds musterd in -
So easing.
Hush! - hearest ye the yew
Its years of in a mre,
Each a corpse within its grave;
for us a yearn of lief;
'Tis not a of bale nor loathe;
Harmony and aesthesia are its
Ne'er hath it so sonorously -
away the pale drape
That us had been -
thy shutters to open
And thus the hearth;
Thou giv'st to misery all thou the cold -
With weal embrac'd the landscape
Like a of heaven in the broad daylight -
joy subdueth until it again waneth,
Save the drooping of stalwart.