Luyện nghe bài hát Bishonen

I was born in the of Paisley in early 1960
And placed in the care of an old bachelor
A strict disciplinarian, a passionate
His collection of myths and legends was

As a younger man been to see Japan
Where a master in a white kimono him
In a moment the myth of the bishonen
The hero doomed to fall like blossom

And how could I forgive the ugly
Who brought me up to a fantasy?
For the old man stared at me
He drowned in evil
Thinking of the early death in for me

He taught me to be with words, he bought me ceremonial swords
And in this way grace and expertise
The words were to cut down and to kill the
The swords to my intellectual enemies

And women should be but first impersonated
Charm, he said, is essential to
He taught me how to woo the in order to outdo the girls
And the fun would come I'd got them to love me

And how I resist the old misogynist
Who brought me up according to a
My softness and
My grace and delicacy
Made death himself for me

And so in time I grew to be and beautiful
Pale and frail, many male admirers
I was promised by my father a for a partner
So loyal that nothing could us

by my suggestion that I'd rather have a woman
My stepfather replied I had no
This man would cut his entrails protecting his bishonen
He me in a solemn, trembling voice

How could I that surreptitious gay
Who brought me up according to a
For when the old man at me
He in evil beauty
Thinking of the death in store for me

So me and my retainer encountered many
On travels the North and through the South
We ripped open the bellies of many bullies
And our reputation by word of mouth

In the mountains of Morocco we stopped and a bottle
With a blind old man a bearded, bandaged face
And the sun had sunk and the man was very drunk
He seemed to with my stepfather's voice

Saying "How could you the aging martinet
Who you up according to a fantasy?
softness and fragility
Your feminine grace and
Will be the of me"

Surprised at 28 to myself so late
Changing from a boy a man
I'm starting to feel guilty that has killed me
Early as my stepfather had

I've found myself a girl and stopped roaming the
My retainer's gone to be a
Now I in a merchant bank, I'm well-liked by the senior ranks
Though behind my back the juniors me fairy

And how can I the ugly reprobate
Who brought me up according to a
For the old man stared at me
He drowned in evil
Thinking of the death in store for me

I stay awake some nights when my wife turns off the
And starts regularly next to me
And I of fallen petals and bodies pierced by metal
And how I'll now fulfill my destiny

Father spare my shame, let me my name
To a boy with greater beauty and more
For if I a son I'm going to raise him to die young
And lay him in the that you prepared for me