Luyện nghe bài hát The Lady of Shalott

On either side of the lie
Long of barley and of rye,
clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the the road run by

To many-towered

And up and down the go,
where the lilies blow
Round an island below,
The of Shalott.

whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and
Thro' the wave that for ever
By the island in the

down to Camelot.

Four walls, and four grey towers,
a space of flowers,
And the silent isle
The of Shalott.

reapers, reaping early,
In the bearded barley
Hear a song that cheerly
From the winding clearly

Down to Camelot;

And by the the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in airy,
Listening, whispers "'tis the
The of Shalott."

There she by night and day
A magic web colours gay,
She has heard a say,
A curse is on her if she

To look to Camelot.

She knows not the curse may be,
And so she steadily,
And little other hath she,
The of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror
That hangs her all the year,
Shadows of the appear.
There she the highway near

Winding to Camelot;

And sometimes the mirror blue
The Knights riding two and two.
She hath no Knight and true,
The Of Shalott.

But in her web she still
To the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent
A funeral, with and lights

And music, went to

Or the Moon was overhead,
Came two lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows,"
The Of Shalott.

A from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the sheaves,
The sun came dazzling the leaves,
And flamed upon the greaves

Of Sir Lancelot.

A red-cross knight for ever
To a in his shield,
sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside Shalott.

His broad brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse
From his helmet flow'd
His coal-black as on he rode,

As he rode to Camelot.

the bank and from the river
he flashed the crystal mirror,
"Tirra Lirra," by the
Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she the loom,
She three paces taro' the room,
She saw the bloom,
She saw the and the plume,

She down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and wide;
The mirror from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me,"
The of Shalott.

In the east-wind straining,
The pale yellow were waning,
The broad in his banks complaining.
the low sky raining

Over towered

Down she came and a boat
a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she
The Lady of

And the river's dim expanse
some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own -
With a glassy

Did she to Camelot.

And at the of the day
She loosed the chain and down she
The broad bore her far away,
The of Shalott.

a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, lowly,
her blood was frozen slowly,
And her were darkened wholly,

Turn'd to Camelot.

For ere she upon the tide
The first by the water-side,
Singing in her she died,
The of Shalott.

tower and balcony,
By and gallery,
A gleaming she floated by,
Dead-pale between the high,

Silent Camelot.

Out upon the they came,
Knight and Burgher, and Dame,
And round the prow they her name,
The of Shalott.

Who is And what is here?
And in the lighted near
Died the sound of royal
And they themselves for fear,

All the at Camelot;

But Lancelot a little space
He said, "She has a face;
God in his lend her grace,
The of Shalott."