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 lovely was the
Of a lake, with black rock bound
And the tall trees that towered

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

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

Yet that was not fright
But a tremulous
And a feeling
Springing from a mind
Death was in that wave
And in its gulf a grave
For him who could solace bring
To his dark
Whose wildering though could even
An of that dim lake

But when the had thrown her pall
Upon that as upon all
And the wind pass me by
In its stilly

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

Springing from a darkened
So was the loneliness
In spring, it was my lot
In its melody
An Eden of that dim
An Eden of that dim
Lone, lone, lonely...