Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

Once a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious of forgotten lore
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 had trouble sleeping
Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive flowing once more
I there hoping for sunrise, happiness would be a surprise
no longer a prize, rapping at my chamber door
Seeking out the clever bore, lost in forever more
Only and nothing more

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

With fantastic terrors never felt before, so that now, oh
Stop breathing, hoping yet to my breathing
'Tis some visitor entreating, 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, dreaming fantasies
No mortal dared to before
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness no token
And the only word spoken, was the whispered name, Lenore

This I thought in out loud whispered my lips
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 to see what threat 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 more

Just one Epithet I muttered as inside, I gagged and
When with flirt and flutter, in there flew a stately raven
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the obeisance made he
Not a minutes gesture me, of recognition or politeness
But perched my chamber door, this fowl and salivating visage
Insinuating with its knowledge, perched above my door
Silent sat and nothing more, a-skance, a-skew

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

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

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

How had lapsed a pure heart lady, to the greediest of
Sweaty arrogant dick less liar, who to nothing higher
Than a jab from prick to a needle, straight to and disgrace
The conscience not a trace, stroke the raven never more
Be word our sign of parting
Bird or fiend," I upstarting, get thee back into the tempest
the smoke filled bottle's shore, leave no black plume as a token
Of the slime thy soul hath spoken, my loneliness unbroken

as those have quit before, take the talon from my heart
And see that I can care no more, whatever came before
I vanished the dead Lenore, stroke 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 all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming, and the 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 that shadow