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 attempt the of thy life make less tighten'd!"
"I climb the yew,
Will it me or not!"
"Swooning
ns my
-
I in aptness 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 land;
A land with 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 wine which is drunk by kings, / And let it white and
full in taste my lips."
And let it flow red and full in taste my lips."
"A bridge o'er the ghyll,
In which a bottomless -
I would drownd,
Yet thou me out soaking!"
"Save art not yet all parchd -
ye: A wee drop,
"I can hear it! - I can it!
Whence it I can only deem,
Yet I will not idly!
this for me is a gay dream:
Let it be -
A that will sojourn eternally -
Empty the in
me!"
In which theatre I act!"