Luyện nghe bài hát To These Words I Beheld No Tongue

Soliloquy by Raymond, by Theatre of Tragedy
Whether the Monarch weareth the crown,
I know not whether to his belongeth;
Doth he hence the sceptre
Seasoneth he
I he doth not,
Will he use his sceptre as a wand? -
Where doth sit my awe? - me conjure;
a spell?; a reptile, a sullied hound? -
Is the gentle rain a quality of -
I bethink this fro my hitherto, about this,
I beheld to words no tongue; are the
Monarch's men his thralls or his -
Oft I my tongue -
Those of which are withal by my gnarld heart not
Or doth the throstle sing with more
At daybreak than a -
Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub; my judgment -
Crave not the when the bodkin fro ere thine is;
undiscover'd country; be that
Of calamity, be that of joy, be of apathy;
not paths of new when those of old are
Far by an only footstep; walk, be it
On the left, on the - be it the one which
forward leadeth; the one of correct
I have as until now not any signs of!