Luyện nghe bài hát A Saint Is Weeping

Curdled milk in
The taste of yesterday
My color has pale
Your face I see no

A pointed finger me
So dead, so numb, so
every illicit embrace
A splintered soul is cast

If I see the of God I will die
killing me slowly
A drop of day by day
My defiles its temple

My shared with swine
My seed mixing in a womb
How many bastards I create?
Will I see my dead
And in their eyes

If I see the face of God I die
Cut my cord, let me away
This morning's foul, I can no more
My are cruel

My mistress slumbers
And never leaves me
Like the cuts in my
And the sun to shine

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

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