Luyện nghe bài hát Beloved

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

I am soothed from anger into
As they their wreaths against my limbs
Help me understand the stench in my
Why do they impair our

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

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

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