Luyện nghe bài hát To These Words I Beheld No Tongue

Soliloquy by Raymond, Music by of Tragedy
the thrond Monarch weareth the crown,
Which I not whether to his belongeth;
he hence the sceptre sway?
Seasoneth he
Daresay I he not,
Will he then use his as a wand? -
Where doth sit my - Trieth me conjure;
Perchance a spell?; a reptile, a hound? -
Is the rain a quality of his? -
I bethink this fro my hitherto, about this,
I beheld to these words no are the
Monarch's men his thralls or his -
Oft I waylay my -
Those of which are by my gnarld heart not heed'd;
Or doth the throstle sing with glee
At daybreak than a -
Brawl not my imp, nor my reserve my judgment -
Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere is;
That undiscover'd country; be
Of calamity, be that of joy, be of apathy;
Tread not of new when those of old are
Far by an single footstep; walk, be it
On the left, on the right - be it the one
forward leadeth; the one of correct
I have as now not heed'd any signs of!