Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, and weary
Over many a quaint and curious of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a
As if some one rapping, rapping at my chamber door
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, tapping at my chamber door only
Only this and more

Muttering I got up weakly, always had trouble sleeping
Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive thoughts flowing more
I there hoping for sunrise, happiness would be a surprise
Loneliness no longer a prize, rapping at my chamber
Seeking out the clever bore, in dreams forever more
Only this and nothing

Hovering my was racing, stale tobacco my lips tasting
sitting upon 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 fury of Lenore, nameless forever more
And the silken sad uncertain, rustling of the curtain
me, filled me

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

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

Just one Epithet I muttered as inside, I gagged and
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 my chamber door, this fowl and salivating visage
Insinuating with its knowledge, perched above my door
sat and staring nothing more, a-skance, a-skew

The self's sad fancy smiles at you I swear, at savage viscous
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, tell me,
Thy Lordly is? That you are not nightmare sewage
Some dire powdered drink or
Framed from flames of downtown lore the raven never more

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

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

How had a pure heart lady, to the greediest of needs
Sweaty arrogant dick liar, who ascribed to nothing higher
Than a jab from to a needle, straight to betrayal and disgrace
The showing not a trace, stroke the raven never more
Be word our sign of parting
or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee back into the tempest
Into the smoke filled bottle's shore, leave no plume as a token
Of the slime thy hath spoken, leave my loneliness unbroken

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