Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

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

Muttering I got up weakly, always had trouble sleeping
Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive thoughts flowing more
I there for some sunrise, happiness would be a surprise
Loneliness no longer a prize, rapping at my chamber
Seeking out the clever bore, lost in dreams forever
Only this and more

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

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

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

one Epithet I muttered as inside, I gagged and shuddered
When with manly flirt and flutter, in there flew a 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 fowl and visage
Insinuating with its knowledge, perched above my chamber
Silent sat and nothing more, a-skance, a-skew

The self's sad fancy at you I swear, at this savage viscous
Countenance it wears, though you show here and shaven and
I myself forlorn and craven, ghastly 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 flames of downtown stroke the raven never more

And the raven sitting lonely, staring at my male sex only
That one word as if his soul in that one word, he did outpour,
farther than he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered
Till finally was I that muttered as I stared, at the floor
Other have flown and left me
Flown as each and hope has flown before
And as you no will before tomorrow
But the bird said never

Then I felt the air grow denser, perfumed from some unseen
As though accepting intrusion, when in fact I felt collusion
Before the guise, of false respite
Respite the haze of cocaine's glory
I smoke and I smoke the blue glory
To forget at once, the Lenore
Stroke the raven more
Prophet said I, thing of evil, Prophet still, if bird or
By that Heaven that bend above us, by that God we both
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, and destructive intent

How had lapsed a pure heart lady, to the of needs
Sweaty arrogant dick less liar, who ascribed to higher
Than a jab from prick to a needle, straight to betrayal and
The showing not a trace, stroke the raven never more
Be that word our of parting
Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee into the tempest
Into the smoke filled bottle's shore, leave no black as a token
Of the slime thy soul hath spoken, leave my loneliness

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