Luyện nghe bài hát Beloved

How times will I look at you?
by the scent of your death
And the priests, to a suffering soul
Exult in a strangled

I am from anger into sorrow
As they knot their wreaths against my
me understand the stench in my mind
Why do they impair our

Can anyone taste my
I have clung, quivering, bruised flesh
Christendom and dress yourself
What delicious tears you've me shed

Beloved, how many times I at you
suspended breath, and unguarded heart?
Like a child you hold me
(With affection, to console this loss)

Their semblance of love curses your
In the of my distress
In dense black eyes
I see your grief