Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

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

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

Hovering my pulse was racing, stale tobacco my lips
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, nameless here more
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
'Tis some entreating, entrance at my chamber door
Some lost entreating, entrance at my chamber door
This is it, and nothing more, deep the darkness peering
I stood there, wondering fearing, doubting dreaming fantasies
No mortal dared to dream
But the silence was unbroken, and the gave no token
And the only word spoken, was the whispered name, Lenore

This I thought in out loud whispered from my
The foul 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 than before
"Surely," said I, surely that is at my iron staircase
Open the door to see what threat is, that window, free the shutters
Let us this mystery explore, Oh! bursting heart be this once
And let this mystery it is the wind and nothing more

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

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

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

Then I felt the air grow denser, from some unseen incense
As though accepting angelic intrusion, in fact I felt collusion
Before the guise, of false respite
Respite through the haze of cocaine's
I smoke and I the blue vial's glory
To at once, the base Lenore
Stroke the raven never
said I, thing of evil, Prophet still, if bird or devil
By Heaven that bend above us, by that God we both ignore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, willful and destructive

How had lapsed a 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 and disgrace
The conscience showing not a trace, stroke the never more
Be that word our of parting
Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee into the tempest
Into the smoke bottle's shore, leave no black plume as a token
Of the slime thy soul hath spoken, leave my loneliness

as those have quit before, take the talon from my heart
And see I can care no more, whatever mattered came before
I with the dead Lenore, stroke the raven never more
But the raven, flitting
Still is sitting silent sitting, above a painting 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 shadow to the I love she
Who hates me more, I love she who me more
And my soul shall not be from that shadow nevermore