Luyện nghe bài hát Beloved

How many times will I at you?
Allured by the of your death
And the savage priests, to a suffering
Exult in a strangled

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

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

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

Their semblance of love curses your
In the blindness of my
In your black eyes
I see silent grief