Luyện nghe bài hát Bishonen

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

As a younger man he'd been to see
Where a master in a white kimono him
In a shining moment the of the bishonen
The youthful hero doomed to like blossom

And how could I forgive the fugitive
Who me up according to a fantasy?
For when the old man at me
He in evil beauty
of the early death in store for me

He me to be good 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 fell my enemies

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

And how could I resist the old
Who brought me up to a fantasy?
My softness and
My grace and delicacy
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 father a retainer for a
So loyal nothing could divide us

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

How could I disobey that gay
Who me up according to a fantasy?
For when the old man at me
He in evil beauty
of the early death in store for me

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stay awake some nights when my turns off the lights
And breathing regularly next to me
And I think of fallen petals and 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 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