Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

Once upon a dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a
As if one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, tapping at my chamber only this
Only and nothing more

Muttering I got up weakly, I've had trouble sleeping
Stumbling upright my mind racing, thoughts flowing once more
I there for some sunrise, happiness would be a surprise
Loneliness no longer a prize, rapping at my chamber
Seeking out the bore, lost in dreams forever more
Only and nothing more

Hovering my was racing, stale tobacco my lips tasting
Scotch sitting upon my basin, of the night before
Came again infernal 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 sad uncertain, rustling of the purple curtain
Thrilled me, me

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

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

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

The self's sad smiles at you I swear, at this savage viscous
Countenance it wears, you show here scorn and shaven and
I admit myself and craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven
Wandering from the shores, tell me, what
Thy Lordly name is? That you are not nightmare
Some dire drink or inhalation
from flames of downtown lore stroke the raven never more

And the raven sitting lonely, staring sickly at my sex only
That one word as if his soul in that one word, he did outpour,
Nothing farther than he uttered, not a feather then he
finally was I that muttered as I stared, dully at the floor
Other friends flown and left me
Flown as each and every hope has before
And as you no doubt will before
But the bird said never

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

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

Quit as have 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, the raven never more
But the raven, flitting
is sitting silent sitting, above a painting silent painting
Of the forever whole and his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's is dreaming, and the lamplight over him
Streaming throws his to the floor I love she
Who me more, I love she who hates me more
And my soul shall not be lifted that shadow nevermore