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 of yore in a mre,
like a corpse within its grave;
Wrought for us a of lief;
'Tis not a lore of nor loathe;
Harmony and are its blisses;
Ne'er hath it exist'd so -
Jostl'd the pale drape
That us had been -
Tempt'd thy to open
And thus quench'd the
Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the -
With weal embrac'd the landscape
Like a of heaven in the broad daylight -
This joy subdueth until it waneth,
the drooping winter of stalwart.