Luyện nghe bài hát A Saint Is Weeping

Curdled milk in
The lingering taste of
My color has grown
face I see no more

A pointed accuses me
So dead, so numb, so
With illicit embrace
A splintered is cast aside

If I see the face of God I die
It's killing me
A drop of day by day
My mind defiles its

My mansion shared swine
My mixing in a Harlot's womb
How many bastards I create?
Will I see my dead
And failures in eyes

If I see the of God I will die
Cut my cord, let me drift
This morning's foul, I can endure no
My days are

My mistress never
And sorrow leaves me
Like the in my flesh
And the sun refuses to

And the walls rile me
And knuckles raw and broken
The futile throes of

And somewhere, a is weeping
Whispering my
Saying, "Let him see the of God
Let him die"