Luyện nghe bài hát Ravens

Late night, about a quarter to twelve
In the of an awful storm
I took at the terrible sight
Of a raven into my room

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

Then she in a devilish croak
About herself being one of the
I felt sick at the very
Of dealing nineteen more

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

Pink in the wintry skies
All warm on the of a dove
She sinks and on the back of my hand
And sings with the of love

Thoughts made can be beautiful things
As I am one of the
Fed so well on the best of your
And the beauty found

Those black beasts that you see in the
Are on the orchard floor
At split, sweet fruits and the writhing
you keep behind the straining door

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

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

Look out window
I see a sky full, I pull a rifle on all
Go to the cellar, I see the
And they're feasting on it

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