Luyện nghe bài hát Bishonen

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

As a younger man he'd to see Japan
Where a master in a white taught him
In a shining the myth of the bishonen
The youthful hero doomed to fall blossom

And how I forgive the ugly fugitive
Who brought me up according to a
For the old man stared at me
He drowned in 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 came and expertise
The words were to cut and to kill the muscle-bound
The swords to fell my enemies

And women should be but first impersonated
Charm, he said, is to misogyny
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 I resist the old misogynist
Who brought me up according to a
My softness and
My feminine grace and
death himself afraid for me

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

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

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

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

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

Saying "How could you forget the aging
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
from a boy into a man
I'm starting to feel guilty that nobody has me
as my stepfather had planned

I've found myself a girl and stopped 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 placate the ugly
Who me up according to a fantasy?
For the old man stared at me
He drowned in beauty
of the early death in store for me

I stay awake some nights my wife turns off the lights
And starts 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 pass my
To a boy with greater and more 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