Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

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

Muttering I got up weakly, always had trouble sleeping
Stumbling my mind racing, furtive thoughts flowing once 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, lost in dreams forever
Only and nothing more

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

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

This I thought in out loud whispered my lips
The name festered, echoing itself merely this, and nothing more
Back into my chamber turning, every within me burning
When once again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder before
"Surely," I, surely that is something at my iron staircase
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 nothing

Just one I muttered as inside, I gagged and shuddered
When with manly flirt and flutter, in flew a stately raven
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the least made he
Not a gesture towards me, of recognition or politeness
But above my chamber door, this fowl and salivating visage
Insinuating with its knowledge, above my chamber door
Silent sat and staring 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 forlorn and craven, ghastly and ancient raven
Wandering from the opiate shores, tell me,
Thy Lordly name is? you are not nightmare sewage
Some dire drink or inhalation
Framed from flames of downtown stroke the raven never more

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

I felt the air grow denser, perfumed from some unseen incense
As though accepting angelic intrusion, when in I felt collusion
Before the guise, of false respite
Respite through the haze of glory
I smoke and I smoke the blue glory
To at once, the base Lenore
Stroke the raven never
Prophet said I, thing of evil, Prophet still, if or devil
By that Heaven that bend above us, by 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 prick to a needle, to betrayal and disgrace
The conscience showing not a trace, stroke the never more
Be that word our sign of
Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee back into the
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 have 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 never more
But the raven, flitting
Still is sitting silent sitting, a painting silent painting
Of the forever whole and his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming, and the lamplight him
Streaming throws his 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