Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

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

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

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 here more
And the silken sad uncertain, 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
lost visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber door
This is it, and nothing more, deep into the peering
Long I stood there, wondering fearing, doubting dreaming
No mortal to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness no token
And the word there spoken, was the whispered name, Lenore

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

Just one Epithet I as inside, I gagged and shuddered
When with flirt and flutter, in there flew a stately raven
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the least obeisance he
Not a gesture towards me, of recognition or politeness
But perched above my chamber door, fowl and salivating visage
Insinuating with its knowledge, perched my chamber door
Silent sat and staring more, a-skance, a-skew

The self's sad fancy smiles at you I swear, at this viscous
Countenance it wears, though you show here scorn and 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
dire powdered drink or inhalation
Framed from 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 in that one word, he did outpour, pathetic
Nothing farther than he uttered, not a then he fluttered
Till was I that muttered as I stared, dully at the floor
Other have flown and left me
Flown as each and every hope has flown
And as you no doubt will tomorrow
But the bird never more

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

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

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