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, 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 had trouble sleeping
Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive flowing once more
I there hoping for some sunrise, happiness be a surprise
Loneliness no longer a prize, at my chamber door
Seeking out the clever bore, lost in dreams more
Only this and nothing

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 silken sad uncertain, rustling of the curtain
me, filled me

With fantastic terrors never felt before, so that now, oh
Stop breathing, hoping yet to calm my
'Tis visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber door
Some lost entreating, entrance at my chamber door
This is it, and nothing more, deep the darkness peering
Long I stood there, wondering fearing, dreaming fantasies
No dared 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 my lips
The foul name festered, echoing itself this, and nothing more
Back into my turning, every nerve within me burning
When once again I a tapping, somewhat louder than before
"Surely," said I, surely that is something at my staircase
the door to see what threat is, open that window, free the shutters
Let us this mystery explore, Oh! bursting be still this once
And let mystery explore it is the wind and nothing more

Just one Epithet I as inside, I gagged and shuddered
When with manly flirt and flutter, in there a stately raven
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the least made he
Not a minutes gesture me, of recognition or politeness
But perched above my chamber door, this fowl and visage
Insinuating with its knowledge, perched above my door
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 scorn and shaven and
I admit myself forlorn and craven, grim and ancient raven
Wandering from the opiate shores, tell me,
Thy Lordly name is? you are not nightmare sewage
Some dire drink or inhalation
Framed from flames of downtown stroke the raven never more

And the raven sitting lonely, staring at my male sex only
one word as if his soul in that one word, he did outpour, pathetic
Nothing farther than he uttered, not a feather 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 flown
And as you no doubt will before
But the bird said more

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 the blue vial's glory
To forget at once, the base
Stroke the raven never
Prophet said I, thing of evil, Prophet still, if or devil
By that that bend above us, by that God we both ignore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, willful and intent

How had lapsed a pure heart lady, to the of needs
Sweaty arrogant dick less liar, who to nothing higher
a jab from prick to a needle, straight to betrayal and disgrace
The showing not a trace, stroke the raven never more
Be that word our of parting
Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee back into the
Into the smoke filled shore, leave no black plume as a token
Of the slime thy soul hath spoken, leave my unbroken

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