Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Art Thou

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