Luyện nghe bài hát A Saint Is Weeping

Curdled in wine
The lingering of yesterday
My color has grown
Your I see no more

A pointed accuses me
So dead, so numb, so
With every illicit
A splintered soul is aside

If I see the of God I will die
It's killing me
A of blood day by day
My defiles its temple

My mansion shared with
My seed mixing in a womb
How many bastards I create?
Will I see my expression?
And failures in their

If I see the of God I will die
Cut my cord, let me drift
This foul, I can endure no more
My are cruel

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

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

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