Luyện nghe bài hát To These Words I Beheld No Tongue

Soliloquy by Raymond, Music by of Tragedy
Whether the thrond Monarch the crown,
Which I know not to his belongeth;
Doth he hence the sceptre
Seasoneth he
Daresay I he not,
Will he use his sceptre as a wand? -
Where doth sit my awe? - me conjure;
Perchance a a reptile, a sullied hound? -
Is the gentle rain a quality of -
I bethink this fro my hitherto, about this,
I beheld to these no tongue; are the
men his thralls or his servants? -
Oft I waylay my -
Those of which are withal by my heart not heed'd;
Or doth the throstle with more glee
At daybreak a twilight? -
Brawl not my imp, nor my reserve my judgment -
Crave not the when the bodkin fro ere thine is;
That country; be that
Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of
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
Straight forward leadeth; the one of
I have as until now not any signs of!