Luyện nghe bài hát Ravens

Late last night, a quarter to twelve
In the of an awful storm
I took fright at the sight
Of a flying into my room

My ran cold, my heart stood still
As I pulled the covers my head
A minute dragged by and I my eyes up
To her at the end of my bed

Then she spoke in a devilish
herself being one of the score
I felt at the very idea
Of with nineteen more

She said, "Look out window"
I see a sky full, I pull a rifle on all

Pink sunrise in the wintry
All warm on the wings of a
She sinks and on the back of my hand
And with the voice of love

Thoughts made flesh can be things
As I am one of the
Fed so well on the best of dreams
And the found within

Those black that you see in the East
Are scratching on the floor
At split, sweet fruits and the writhing
That you keep the straining door

Go to the cellar, I see the
And they're feasting on it

Fill my head with small, white
Help the sweetness, the sour
on high, religious power
Free the ravens from the

Look out window
I see a sky full, I pull a on them all
Go to the cellar, I see the
And eating feasting on it

Fill my head small, white flowers
Help the sweetness, heal the
on high, religious power
Free the ravens from the