Luyện nghe bài hát Bishonen

I was born in the town of Paisley in 1960
And placed in the of an old eternal bachelor
A strict disciplinarian, a passionate
His of myths and legends was spectacular

As a younger man been to see Japan
Where a in a white kimono taught him
In a shining moment the myth of the
The youthful hero doomed to fall blossom

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

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

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

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

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

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

How I disobey that 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 through the North and through the
We open the bellies of many famous bullies
And our reputation by word of mouth

In the mountains of Morocco we stopped and shared a
a blind old man with a bearded, bandaged face
And though the sun had and the man was very drunk
He seemed to speak with my voice

Saying "How could you forget the martinet
Who brought you up to a fantasy?
Your and fragility
feminine grace and delicacy
Will be the of me"

at 28 to find myself so late
Changing a boy into a man
I'm to feel guilty that nobody has killed me
Early as my had planned

found myself a girl and stopped roaming the world
My gone to be a mercenary
Now I work in a merchant bank, I'm well-liked by the ranks
behind my back the juniors call me fairy

And how can I the ugly reprobate
Who me up according to a fantasy?
For when the old man at me
He in evil beauty
Thinking of the death in store for me

I stay awake some nights when my wife turns off the
And starts breathing next to me
And I think of fallen petals and pierced by metal
And how I'll never now fulfill my

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