Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Art Thou

Play by Raymond, by Theatre of Tragedy
"Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of troth be?
I shall attempt the halter of thy life make tighten'd!"
"I shall the yew,
it subdue me or not!"
"Swooning
ns my
-
I have in aptness thy eyrie
"Oh! - but alas;
Fro another a lass -
Lodge fore'ermore."
Dodge sable of yore!"
"A narrow hath now for me turn'd into a broad land;
A land rich fields of the Simbelmyn."
"Sonorous to my ears are the
form'd by thy
Conquer me! - me! - Swathe
me thy arms!
Make me sense the which is
by queens,
"Make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings, / And let it flow and
full in o'er my lips."
And let it flow red and full in taste my lips."
"A dais'd bridge the ghyll,
In which a river -
I have drownd,
Yet drewest me out soaking!"
"Save art not yet all parchd -
ye: A wee drop,
"I can hear it! - I can it!
Whence it comes I can deem,
Yet I will not idly!
Lest this for me is a gay
Let it be -
A dream will sojourn eternally -
the flagon in
me!"
In which theatre I act!"