Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue For R.r.r

As you sit in your home, surrounded by peace, comfort and civilization
Do you, listener, remember memories
Grand and tearful, which still, after hundreds of years, remain now radiant with the brightness of sunlight, and now darkening, indelible bloodstains
The variegated of history.
Can your thoughts, torpid with repose, transport themselves to the horrors and joys of the past
Not straying indifferently from one thing to which excites your curiosity, but taking a warm and vital interest, as if you yourself stood in the midst of those struggles, now long since fought out
Bled in them, conquered or fell in them, and felt your heart with hope or apprehension according as fortune smiled or betrayed
Standing on the heights of history, looking far around the wild arena of human destiny, can you transfer yourself into the well of the past? A life physically buried and decayed, but spiritually inmost, which the essence and substance of history
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulse-less heart, waging all things in the balance of reason? Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
Therefore, if you the capacity to suffer or rejoice with the generation that had been
To hate with them, to love with them, to be transported to admire, to despise, to curse as have done - in a word: to live among them with your whole heart and not alone with your cold, reflecting judgement
Then follow me. I will lead you down into the well. My hand is and my sketch humble, but your heart will guide you better than I.
that I rely and begin