Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

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

I got up weakly, always I've had trouble sleeping
Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive thoughts once more
I there hoping for some sunrise, happiness be a surprise
Loneliness no a prize, rapping at my chamber door
Seeking out the clever bore, lost in dreams more
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 tapping on the door, in my mind
Is it in or rapping, calling out to me once more
The fit and fury of Lenore, here forever more
And the silken sad uncertain, rustling of the purple
Thrilled me, me

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

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

Just one I muttered as inside, I gagged and shuddered
When with manly flirt and flutter, in there flew a stately
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the least made he
Not a minutes gesture towards me, of recognition or
But perched above my chamber door, fowl and salivating visage
Insinuating 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
Countenance it wears, though you show scorn and shaven and
I admit myself forlorn and craven, grim and ancient raven
Wandering from the opiate shores, me, what
Thy Lordly name is? you are not nightmare sewage
Some dire powdered or inhalation
Framed from flames of lore stroke the raven never more

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

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

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

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 never more
But the raven, flitting
Still is silent sitting, above a painting silent painting
Of the forever silenced whole and his have all the seeming
Of a that is dreaming, and the lamplight over him
throws his shadow to the floor I love she
Who hates me more, I she who hates me more
And my soul shall not be from that shadow nevermore