Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad in Plain D

I loved a girl, her skin it was bronze
With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle a fawn
I her proudly but now she is gone
Gone as the season she's

In a young summer's youth, I her away
From her mother and sister, close did they stay
Each one of suffering from the failures of their day
With strings of guilt they tried to guide us

Of the two sisters, I the young
sensitive instincts, she was the creative one
The constant scrapegoat, she was undone
By the jealousy of around her

For her sister, I had no respect
Bound by her boredom, her to protect
Countless visions of the she'd reflect
As a crutch for her scenes and her

Myself, for what I did, I cannot be
The changes I was going through can't be used
For the that I told her in hopes not to lose
The could-be dream-lover of my

unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip
A mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped
not that I'd already slipped
To the sin of false security

From silhouetted anger to peace
Answers of emptiness, voice
'Till the tombstones of read me no questions but, "Please
wrong and what's exactly the matter?"

And so it did happen it could have been foreseen
The explosion of fantasy's dream
At the of the night, the king and the queen
Tumbled all down pieces

"The figure!" her sister did shout
"Leave her alone, god you, get out!"
And I in my armor, turning
And nailing her in the of her pettiness

a bare light bulb the plaster did pound
Her sister and I in a screaming
And she in between, the of sound
Soon shattered as a child to the

All is gone, all is gone, admit it, flight
I gagged in contradiction, tears blinding my
My mind it was mangled, I ran into the
Leaving all of love's ashes me

The wind my window, the room it is wet
The to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet
I think of her often and whoever she's met
be fully aware of how precious she is

Ah, my friends from the prison, ask unto me
"How good, how good does it to be free?"
And I answer them most
"Are birds free from the of the skyway?"