Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, and weary
Over many a quaint and volume of forgotten 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 door this
Only and nothing more

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

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

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

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

Just one I muttered as inside, I gagged and shuddered
When with manly flirt and flutter, in there flew a raven
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the least made he
Not a minutes gesture towards me, of or politeness
But perched above my chamber door, this 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 here scorn and shaven and
I admit myself and craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven
from the opiate shores, tell me, what
Thy name is? That you are not nightmare sewage
dire powdered drink or inhalation
Framed from flames of downtown lore stroke the raven more

And the raven sitting lonely, 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 that 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 tomorrow
But the bird said more

Then I felt the air denser, perfumed from some unseen incense
As though accepting 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 vial's glory
To forget at once, the base
Stroke the raven more
Prophet said I, thing of evil, still, if bird or devil
By Heaven that bend above us, by that God we both ignore
Tell this soul sorrow laden, willful and destructive intent

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

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