Luyện nghe bài hát Beloved

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

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

Can anyone my blood?
I have clung, quivering, bruised flesh
Christendom rise and dress
What tears you've made me shed

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

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