Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

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

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

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

With fantastic never felt before, so that now, oh wind
breathing, hoping yet to calm my breathing
'Tis 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 there, wondering fearing, doubting dreaming fantasies
No mortal to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no
And the only word there spoken, was the name, Lenore

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

Just one Epithet I muttered as inside, I and shuddered
When with manly flirt and flutter, in there flew a stately
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the least obeisance he
Not a minutes gesture me, of recognition or politeness
But perched above my door, this fowl and salivating visage
Insinuating with its knowledge, perched above my door
Silent sat and staring more, a-skance, a-skew

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

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 feather then he
Till finally was I that muttered as I stared, dully at the
Other friends flown and left me
Flown as each and hope has flown before
And as you no will before tomorrow
But the bird never more

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

How had lapsed a heart lady, to the greediest of needs
Sweaty arrogant dick less liar, who ascribed to nothing
Than a jab prick to a needle, straight to betrayal and disgrace
The conscience showing not a trace, the raven never more
Be word our sign of parting
Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee into the tempest
the smoke filled bottle's shore, leave no black plume as a token
Of the thy soul 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, mattered came before
I vanished with the dead Lenore, stroke the raven never
But the raven, flitting
Still is silent sitting, above a painting silent painting
Of the forever silenced whole and his eyes all the seeming
Of a that is dreaming, and the lamplight over him
Streaming throws his shadow to the I love she
Who hates me more, I love she who me more
And my soul shall not be lifted from shadow nevermore