Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Art Thou

Play by Raymond, Music by of Tragedy
"Stay still patient; thou my sister of merciful troth be?
I shall the halter of thy life make less tighten'd!"
"I shall the yew,
it subdue me or not!"
"Swooning
ns my
-
I have in depriev'd thy eyrie
"Oh! - but alas;
Fro another a lass -
here fore'ermore."
Dodge sable of yore!"
"A narrow dell hath now for me turn'd into a broad
A rich with fields of the Simbelmyn."
"Sonorous to my are the words
form'd by thy
me! - Waylay me! - Swathe
me thy arms!
Make me sense the which is
by queens,
"Make me sense the wine is drunk by kings, / And let it flow white and
full in taste 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 it! - I can feel it!
it comes I can only deem,
Yet I not tarry idly!
Lest this for me is a gay
Let it be -
A that will sojourn eternally -
the flagon in
me!"
In theatre I will act!"