Luyện nghe bài hát The Lake

( The EP / Edgar Allen Poe )

In spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide a spot
To I could not love the less
So was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with rock bound
And the tall trees that towered

But when the night had thrown her
Upon spot as upon all
And the would pass me by
In its stilly

My infant would awake
To the of the lone lake
My infant would awake
To the of the lone lake

Yet terror was not fright
But a delight
And a undefined
Springing from a mind
was in that poisoned wave
And in its gulf a fitting
For him who thence could solace
To his dark
Whose wildering though could make
An Eden of that dim

But when the night had her pall
that spot as upon all
And the would pass me by
In its stilly

My infant spirit would
To the of the lone lake
My infant spirit awake
To the terror of the lone

Springing from a mind
So lovely was the
In spring, it was my lot
In its stilly
An Eden of that dim
An Eden of that dim
Lone, lone, lonely...