Luyện nghe bài hát Beloved

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

I am from anger into sorrow
As they their wreaths against my limbs
Help me understand the in my mind
Why do they our vision?

Can anyone taste my
I have clung, quivering, with flesh
Christendom rise and dress
delicious tears you've made me shed

Beloved, how times I look at you
With suspended breath, and unguarded
Like a cradled you hold me
(With hysterical affection, to this loss)

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