Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

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

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

my pulse was racing, stale tobacco my lips tasting
Scotch sitting upon my basin, of the night before
Came again infernal on the door, in my mind jabbing
Is it in or outside rapping, out to me once more
The fit and of Lenore, nameless here forever more
And the silken sad uncertain, rustling of the purple
Thrilled me, me

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

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

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

The sad fancy smiles at you I swear, at this savage viscous
it wears, though you show here scorn and shaven and
I admit myself forlorn and craven, grim and ancient raven
Wandering from the shores, tell me, what
Thy Lordly is? That you are not nightmare sewage
dire powdered drink or inhalation
Framed from of downtown lore stroke the raven never more

And the raven sitting lonely, staring at my male sex only
That one as if his soul in that one word, he did outpour, pathetic
Nothing farther than he uttered, not a feather then he
Till finally was I that muttered as I stared, dully at the
friends have flown and left me
Flown as each and every hope has flown
And as you no doubt before tomorrow
But the bird said more

Then I the air grow denser, perfumed from some unseen incense
As though accepting angelic intrusion, when in I felt collusion
Before the guise, of false respite
Respite through the haze of cocaine's
I and I smoke the blue vial's glory
To forget at once, the base
Stroke the never more
said I, thing of evil, Prophet still, if bird or devil
By that Heaven that bend above us, by that God we both
Tell this soul sorrow laden, willful and destructive intent

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

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