Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

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

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

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

With fantastic terrors never felt before, so now, oh wind
Stop breathing, hoping yet to my breathing
'Tis some visitor entreating, entrance at my door
Some lost visitor entreating, entrance at my door
This is it, and nothing more, into the darkness peering
Long I there, wondering fearing, doubting 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 name festered, echoing itself merely this, and nothing more
Back into my chamber turning, every nerve within me
When again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before
"Surely," said I, surely that is something at my staircase
Open the door to see what threat is, open that window, the shutters
Let us this mystery explore, Oh! bursting heart be still once
And let this mystery explore it is the wind and more

Just one Epithet I as inside, I gagged and shuddered
When with flirt and flutter, in there flew a stately raven
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the obeisance made he
Not a minutes gesture me, of recognition or politeness
But perched above my chamber door, this fowl and salivating
Insinuating with its knowledge, perched my chamber door
Silent sat and staring more, a-skance, a-skew

The self's sad fancy smiles at you I swear, at this savage
it wears, though you show here scorn and shaven and
I admit myself and craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven
Wandering from the opiate shores, me, what
Thy name is? That you are not nightmare sewage
dire powdered drink or inhalation
Framed from flames of downtown lore 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 he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered
Till finally was I muttered as I stared, dully at the floor
friends have flown and left me
Flown as each and every hope has before
And as you no doubt will before
But the bird never more

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

How had lapsed a heart lady, to the greediest of needs
Sweaty arrogant dick less liar, who ascribed to nothing
Than a jab from to a needle, straight to betrayal and disgrace
The conscience showing not a trace, stroke the raven more
Be that our sign of parting
Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee back the tempest
the smoke filled bottle's shore, leave no black plume as a token
Of the slime thy soul hath spoken, leave my loneliness

as those have quit before, take the talon from my heart
And see that I can care no more, whatever came before
I vanished with the dead Lenore, stroke the raven more
But the raven, flitting
Still is sitting silent sitting, above a silent painting
Of the forever silenced whole and his eyes all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming, and the lamplight him
Streaming his shadow to the floor I love she
Who hates me more, I she who hates me more
And my shall not be lifted from that shadow nevermore