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

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

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

With fantastic terrors felt before, so that 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 chamber
is it, and nothing more, deep into the darkness peering
Long I stood there, fearing, doubting dreaming fantasies
No mortal to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness no token
And the word there spoken, was the whispered name, Lenore

This I thought in out loud whispered from my
The foul name festered, echoing merely this, and nothing more
into my chamber 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 is, open that window, free the shutters
Let us this mystery explore, Oh! bursting be still this once
And let this mystery explore it is the wind and more

Just one I muttered as inside, I gagged and shuddered
When manly flirt and flutter, in there flew a stately raven
Sleek and as any foe, not the least 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 above my chamber
Silent sat and staring more, a-skance, a-skew

The sad fancy smiles at you I swear, at this savage viscous
Countenance it wears, though you show here scorn and and
I admit myself forlorn and craven, grim and ancient raven
Wandering from the shores, tell me, what
Thy name is? That you are not nightmare sewage
Some dire powdered drink or
Framed from flames of downtown lore stroke the never more

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

Then I felt the air grow denser, perfumed from unseen incense
As though angelic intrusion, when in fact I felt collusion
the guise, of false memories respite
Respite through the haze of cocaine's
I and I smoke the blue vial's glory
To forget at once, the Lenore
Stroke the raven more
said I, thing of evil, Prophet still, if bird or devil
By that that bend above us, by that God we both ignore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, and destructive intent

How had lapsed a pure heart lady, to the greediest of
Sweaty arrogant dick liar, who ascribed to nothing higher
a jab from prick to a needle, straight to betrayal and disgrace
The conscience showing not a trace, stroke the raven never
Be word our sign of parting
Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee back 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 have quit before, take the from my heart
And see that I can no more, whatever mattered came before
I vanished with the Lenore, stroke the raven never more
But the raven, never
Still is sitting silent sitting, above a painting silent
Of the forever silenced and his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming, and the over him
Streaming throws his shadow to the floor I she
Who hates me more, I love she who hates me
And my soul shall not be lifted from that shadow