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 disciplinarian, a passionate antiquarian
His collection of and legends was spectacular

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

And how could I forgive the ugly
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 taught me to be good with words, he bought me ceremonial
And in this way grace and expertise
The words were to cut down and to kill the
The to fell my intellectual 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 them to me

And how could I the old misogynist
Who brought me up to a fantasy?
My softness and
My feminine and delicacy
Made himself afraid for me

And so in time I grew to be blond and
Pale and frail, many male admirers
I was promised by my father a retainer for a
So that nothing 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, trembling

How I disobey that surreptitious gay
Who brought me up 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 many
On through the North and through the South
We ripped open the bellies of famous bullies
And our reputation by word of mouth

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

Saying "How could you the aging martinet
Who you up according to a fantasy?
softness and fragility
Your feminine and delicacy
Will be the of me"

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

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

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

I stay awake some nights when my turns off the lights
And starts breathing regularly to me
And I think of fallen petals and bodies pierced by
And how I'll never now my destiny

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