Luyện nghe bài hát Bishonen

I was born in the town of 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 younger man he'd been to see
Where a in a white kimono taught him
In a shining the myth of the bishonen
The youthful doomed to fall like blossom

And how could I forgive the fugitive
Who brought me up according to a
For the old man stared at me
He in evil beauty
Thinking of the early death in for me

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

And women be hated but first impersonated
Charm, he said, is to misogyny
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 the old misogynist
Who brought me up to a fantasy?
My softness and
My feminine grace and
Made himself afraid for me

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

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

How I disobey that surreptitious gay
Who me up according to a fantasy?
For the old man stared at me
He drowned in beauty
Thinking of the death in store for me

So me and my retainer encountered dangers
On travels through the and through the South
We ripped open the bellies of many famous
And our spread 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 my stepfather's voice

Saying "How you forget the aging martinet
Who you up according to a fantasy?
Your and fragility
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 that nobody has killed me
Early as my had planned

I've found a girl and stopped roaming the world
My gone to be a mercenary
Now I in a merchant bank, I'm well-liked by the senior ranks
Though behind my back the 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 drowned in 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 beauty and more bravery
For if I have a son I'm going to raise him to die
And lay him in the that you prepared for me