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 passionate
His collection of myths and was spectacular

As a younger man been to see Japan
a master in a white kimono taught him
In a moment the myth of the bishonen
The hero doomed to fall like blossom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 dangers
On travels through the and through the South
We ripped open the bellies of famous bullies
And our reputation spread by word of

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

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

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

I've myself a girl and stopped roaming the world
My retainer's gone to be a
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 drowned in beauty
Thinking of the early in store 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 bodies by metal
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 to raise him to die young
And lay him in the grave you prepared for me