Luyện nghe bài hát Bishonen

I was born in the of Paisley in early 1960
And placed in the care of an old eternal
A strict disciplinarian, a antiquarian
His collection of myths and was spectacular

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

And how could I the ugly fugitive
Who brought me up according to a
For when the old man at me
He drowned in beauty
Thinking of the early in store for me

He taught me to be good with words, he me ceremonial swords
And in this way grace and expertise
The words were to cut down and to the muscle-bound
The swords to fell my intellectual

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

And how could I resist the old
Who brought me up to a fantasy?
My and fragility
My feminine and delicacy
Made death himself for me

And so in I grew to be blond and beautiful
Pale and frail, with many admirers
I was by my father a retainer for a partner
So loyal that could divide us

Shocked by my that I'd rather have a woman
My replied I had no choice
This man cut his entrails open protecting his bishonen
He informed me in a solemn, voice

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

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

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

Saying "How could you forget the martinet
Who brought you up to a fantasy?
Your softness and
Your grace and delicacy
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 nobody has me
Early as my had planned

I've found a girl and stopped roaming the world
My retainer's to be a mercenary
Now I work in a merchant bank, I'm by the senior ranks
Though behind my back the juniors call me

And how can I placate the reprobate
Who me up according to a fantasy?
For the old man stared at me
He drowned in evil
Thinking of the early death in for me

I stay awake nights when my wife turns off the lights
And starts regularly next to me
And I think of petals and bodies pierced by metal
And how never now fulfill my destiny

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