Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, and weary
Over many a and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As if some one gently rapping, at my chamber door
"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
Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive thoughts flowing once
I there for some sunrise, happiness would be a surprise
Loneliness no longer a prize, rapping at my chamber
Seeking out the clever bore, in dreams forever more
Only and nothing more

Hovering my was racing, stale tobacco my lips tasting
Scotch upon my basin, remnants of the night before
again 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, nameless here forever
And the silken sad uncertain, of the purple curtain
me, filled me

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

This I thought in out loud whispered from my
The foul name festered, itself merely this, and nothing more
Back into my chamber turning, every within me burning
When once again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than
"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 explore, Oh! bursting heart be still this once
And let this mystery explore it is the wind and more

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

The self's sad fancy smiles at you I swear, at this savage
Countenance it wears, though you show here scorn and 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
dire powdered drink or inhalation
Framed from flames of downtown lore the raven never more

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

Then I felt the air denser, perfumed from some unseen incense
As though accepting angelic intrusion, when in I felt collusion
Before the guise, of false memories
Respite through the of cocaine's glory
I smoke and I smoke the 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 that Heaven that bend above us, by God we both ignore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, and destructive intent

How had a pure heart lady, to the greediest of needs
Sweaty arrogant dick liar, who ascribed to nothing higher
a jab from 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 filled bottle's shore, leave no black plume as a token
Of the slime thy hath spoken, leave my loneliness unbroken

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