Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

Once a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary
Over a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a
As if some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber
"Tis visitor," I muttered, tapping at my chamber door only this
Only this and more

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

Hovering my pulse was racing, stale my lips tasting
Scotch sitting upon my basin, remnants of the before
Came again infernal 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 forever more
And the silken sad uncertain, of the purple curtain
me, filled me

With fantastic terrors never felt before, so now, oh wind
Stop breathing, hoping yet to my breathing
'Tis some visitor entreating, at my chamber door
lost visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber door
This is it, and more, deep into the darkness peering
Long I stood there, wondering fearing, doubting fantasies
No dared to dream before
But the was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token
And the only word there spoken, was the name, Lenore

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

Just one Epithet I muttered as inside, I and shuddered
When with manly flirt and flutter, in there 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 my chamber door, this fowl and salivating visage
with its knowledge, perched above my chamber door
Silent sat and staring nothing more, a-skance,

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

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

Then I felt the air grow denser, perfumed some unseen incense
As though accepting angelic intrusion, when in fact I collusion
Before the guise, of false memories
Respite the haze of cocaine's glory
I and I smoke the blue vial's glory
To at once, the base Lenore
Stroke the raven more
Prophet said I, thing of evil, Prophet still, if or devil
By that Heaven that 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 of needs
Sweaty arrogant less liar, who ascribed to nothing higher
Than a jab from to a needle, straight to betrayal and disgrace
The conscience showing not a trace, stroke the raven more
Be that word our of parting
or fiend," I yelled 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 spoken, leave my loneliness unbroken

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