Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

Once upon a dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary
many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As if some one gently rapping, rapping at my door
"Tis visitor," I muttered, tapping at my chamber door only this
this and nothing more

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

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

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

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

Just one I muttered as inside, I gagged and shuddered
When manly flirt 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 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 smiles at you I swear, at this savage viscous
Countenance it wears, though you show scorn and shaven and
I admit myself and craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven
from the opiate shores, tell me, what
Thy Lordly is? That you are not nightmare sewage
Some dire drink or inhalation
Framed from flames of downtown lore stroke the raven never

And the raven sitting lonely, sickly at my male sex only
That one as if his soul in that one word, he did outpour, pathetic
Nothing farther than he uttered, not a then he fluttered
Till finally was I 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 bird never more

Then I felt the air grow denser, from some unseen incense
As though angelic intrusion, when in fact I felt collusion
Before the guise, of false respite
Respite through the haze of glory
I smoke and I the blue vial's glory
To forget at once, the base
the raven never more
Prophet said I, thing of evil, Prophet still, if bird or
By that Heaven bend above us, by that God we both ignore
Tell soul with sorrow 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 prick to a needle, straight to betrayal and disgrace
The showing not a trace, stroke the raven never more
Be that our sign of parting
Bird or fiend," I upstarting, get thee back into the tempest
Into the smoke filled bottle's shore, leave no black as a token
Of the slime thy soul hath spoken, my loneliness unbroken

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