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 there came a
As if some one gently rapping, rapping at my door
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, tapping at my door only this
Only and nothing more

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

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

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

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

Just one Epithet I muttered as inside, I gagged and
When with manly and flutter, in there flew a stately raven
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the least obeisance he
Not a minutes gesture towards me, of recognition or
But perched above my chamber door, fowl and salivating visage
Insinuating with its knowledge, perched my chamber 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, ghastly grim and raven
Wandering from the opiate shores, tell me,
Thy Lordly name is? That you are not sewage
Some dire powdered or inhalation
Framed from flames of lore stroke the raven never more

And the raven sitting lonely, staring 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 was I that muttered as I stared, dully at the floor
Other have flown and left me
Flown as each and hope has flown before
And as you no doubt before tomorrow
But the bird said never

I felt the air grow denser, perfumed from some unseen incense
As though accepting angelic intrusion, when in fact I felt
the guise, of false memories respite
Respite through the of cocaine's glory
I smoke and I the blue vial's glory
To forget at once, the base
Stroke the raven more
Prophet 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 with laden, willful and destructive intent

How had lapsed a pure heart lady, to the greediest of
Sweaty arrogant less liar, who ascribed to nothing 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 of parting
Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get back 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 no more, whatever mattered came before
I vanished with the dead Lenore, stroke the raven never
But the raven, flitting
Still is sitting 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 over him
throws 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 nevermore