Luyện nghe bài hát Beloved

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

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

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

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

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