Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

Once upon a dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, there came a tapping
As if one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, tapping at my chamber only this
Only this and more

Muttering I got up weakly, always I've had trouble
Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive thoughts flowing once
I there hoping for sunrise, happiness would be a surprise
Loneliness no longer a prize, rapping at my door
Seeking out the clever bore, in dreams forever more
this and nothing more

Hovering my pulse was racing, tobacco my lips tasting
Scotch sitting upon my basin, remnants of the night
again infernal tapping on the door, in my mind jabbing
Is it in or outside rapping, calling out to me once
The fit and fury of Lenore, nameless forever more
And the silken sad uncertain, rustling of the purple
me, filled me

With fantastic never felt before, so that now, oh wind
Stop breathing, hoping yet to my breathing
some visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber door
Some lost visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber
This is it, and nothing more, deep into the peering
Long I stood there, wondering fearing, doubting fantasies
No mortal dared to dream
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no
And the only word there spoken, was the name, Lenore

This I thought in out whispered from my lips
The name festered, echoing itself merely this, and nothing more
Back into my chamber turning, nerve within me burning
once again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before
"Surely," said I, that is something at my iron staircase
Open the door to see threat is, open that window, free the shutters
Let us mystery explore, Oh! bursting heart be still this once
And let mystery explore it is the wind and nothing more

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

The sad fancy smiles at you I swear, at this savage viscous
it wears, though you show here scorn and shaven and
I admit myself forlorn and craven, grim and ancient raven
from the opiate shores, tell me, what
Thy name is? That you are not nightmare sewage
Some dire powdered drink or
from flames of downtown lore stroke the raven never more

And the raven sitting lonely, staring sickly at my male sex
That one word as if his soul in that one word, he did outpour,
farther than he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered
Till finally was I that as I stared, dully at the floor
Other have flown and left me
Flown as each and hope has flown before
And as you no doubt before tomorrow
But the said never more

Then I felt the air grow denser, perfumed from some incense
As accepting angelic intrusion, when in fact I felt collusion
the guise, of false memories respite
Respite through the haze of glory
I smoke and I smoke the vial's glory
To forget at once, the Lenore
Stroke the never more
Prophet said I, thing of evil, still, if bird or devil
By that Heaven bend above us, by that God we both ignore
this soul with sorrow laden, willful and destructive intent

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

Quit as those quit before, take the talon from my heart
And see that I can no more, whatever mattered came before
I vanished with the dead Lenore, stroke the raven never
But the raven, never
Still is sitting silent sitting, above a silent painting
Of the forever whole and his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's is dreaming, and the lamplight over him
throws his shadow to the floor I love she
Who me more, I love she who hates me more
And my shall not be lifted from that shadow nevermore