Luyện nghe bài hát Beloved

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

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

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

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

Their semblance of love curses beauty
In the of my distress
In your black eyes
I see your silent