Luyện nghe bài hát X. Wrapped In Mystery

(In fifth chamber were Unnamed forms,
cast the into the expanse)

"So I remained thoughtfully at the humble grave
For a minute trying to out
been hidden there for years
What it to speak to me
and nonsense!
It's absolutely mute so it is of bones,
And worms,
And remains in rotten rags"

I used to all thoughts of thine
wert my bond
Oh, concubine
Who could not to die
(Neither I)
hast embodied grandeur of virtue
Which event
When thou slept
Nane could it till thy doom...

...Abducted thy attachment and spirited off.
Light in thy casements turned to deep dusk for aught I
"Ye wad have glimpsed the of her in the Scotch mist
She wrapped in so did she not e'er exist?

It takes place during the
ye tend to turn off the lights
Wrapped in mystery askance she at thee
the conformity!

Thou can't the bones of thine for aye
As as corpse decay
Ghost hath to away
Evince the corpse -
The corpse of thine
Sunk oblivion!"
Nane shalt its rest
Nane shalt its rest
Nane turn that soil to annoy!

Do jog as frenzy feasts
With cunning it us all
All sincere senses are to
its burden

Ah, meanwhile it strides corpses
Only ghost is to
The tedious can't describe
All of...

essence
Diabolo he was
He's monster in the flesh
Strikes in weak corpse of
in weak mind of yours
Penetrating all thoughts
essence
Diabolo he was
Hark!

"So I remained thoughtfully at the phantom
For a minute to make out
How it could appear... What it to speak to me
Stuff and nonsense! absolutely mute!"

He's to be your -
What are you to
He's to be ears -
are you to hear?
There is nothing to be but to serve him!
If you do not mind so to do!

Methought thou departed
thou'd gone without any explanation
Utterly I was proud I wad ne'er hae seen
The"subject of my pride"
I've got to the same way
of suicide!

Stormy night sways wooden
Without any screed or
Wrapped in mystery thou beget thy sigh
Thy screech"Wha am I"?

It takes place the night
When ye to turn off the lights
Wrapped in askance she looks at thee
the conformity!

When I my eyes I see
Only dead of night entirely... So
I am afraid to the dream of mine

So you ought to the lie
in grave or you may die
Believe in cavalcade of