Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and
Over many a quaint and curious volume of lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a
As if some one gently rapping, rapping at my door
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, tapping at my door only this
Only and nothing more

Muttering I got up weakly, always had trouble sleeping
upright my mind racing, furtive thoughts flowing once more
I there hoping for sunrise, happiness would be a surprise
no longer a prize, rapping at my chamber door
Seeking out the clever bore, lost in forever more
this and nothing more

Hovering my pulse was racing, stale tobacco my lips
Scotch sitting my basin, remnants of the night before
Came again infernal tapping on the door, in my mind
Is it in or outside rapping, calling out to me more
The fit and fury of Lenore, nameless here more
And the sad uncertain, rustling of the purple curtain
me, filled me

With terrors never felt before, so that now, oh wind
breathing, hoping yet to calm my breathing
'Tis some visitor entreating, at my chamber door
lost visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber door
This is it, and nothing more, into the darkness peering
Long I stood there, wondering fearing, doubting fantasies
No mortal dared to dream
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no
And the only word there spoken, was the whispered name,

This I thought in out loud whispered from my
The foul name festered, itself merely this, and nothing more
Back into my chamber turning, every nerve me burning
When once again I a tapping, somewhat louder than before
"Surely," said I, surely is something at my iron staircase
Open the door to see what threat is, open window, free the shutters
Let us this explore, Oh! bursting heart be still this once
And let this mystery explore it is the and nothing more

Just one Epithet I as inside, I gagged and shuddered
with manly flirt and flutter, in there flew a stately raven
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the obeisance made he
Not a gesture towards me, of recognition or politeness
But perched above my chamber door, this and salivating visage
Insinuating with its knowledge, perched my chamber door
sat and staring nothing more, a-skance, a-skew

The self's sad fancy smiles at you I swear, at this savage
Countenance it wears, though you show scorn and shaven and
I admit myself forlorn and craven, ghastly grim and ancient
Wandering from the opiate shores, tell me,
Thy Lordly name is? That you are not nightmare
dire powdered drink or inhalation
Framed from flames of downtown lore stroke the raven never

And the raven sitting lonely, sickly at my male sex only
That one word as if his soul in that one word, he did outpour,
Nothing than he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered
Till finally was I that as I stared, dully at the floor
Other friends flown and left me
Flown as each and every hope has before
And as you no will before tomorrow
But the bird said never

Then I felt the air grow denser, from some unseen incense
As though accepting angelic intrusion, when in I felt collusion
the guise, of false memories respite
Respite through the haze of glory
I smoke and I smoke the blue glory
To forget at once, the base
Stroke the raven more
Prophet I, thing of evil, Prophet still, if bird or devil
By that that bend above us, by that God we both ignore
Tell this soul sorrow laden, willful and destructive intent

How had a pure heart lady, to the greediest of needs
Sweaty arrogant dick liar, who ascribed to nothing higher
Than a jab from prick to a needle, straight to and disgrace
The showing not a trace, stroke the raven never more
Be that our sign of parting
Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee back the tempest
Into the smoke bottle's shore, leave no black plume as a token
Of the slime thy soul spoken, leave my loneliness unbroken

Quit as have quit before, take the talon from my heart
And see I can care no more, whatever mattered came before
I vanished with the dead Lenore, stroke the raven never
But the raven, never
Still is sitting sitting, above a painting silent painting
Of the forever whole and his eyes have all the seeming
Of a that is dreaming, and the lamplight over him
Streaming throws his to the floor I love she
Who me more, I love she who hates me more
And my shall not be lifted from that shadow nevermore