Luyện nghe bài hát Bishonen

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

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

And how could I forgive the ugly
Who brought me up according to a
For the old man stared at me
He in evil beauty
Thinking of the early 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 swords to my intellectual enemies

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

And how I resist the old misogynist
Who brought me up according to a
My and fragility
My feminine 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 by my father 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 cut his entrails open protecting his bishonen
He informed me in a solemn, voice

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

So me and my encountered many dangers
On through the North and through the South
We ripped open the of many famous bullies
And our reputation spread by word of

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

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

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

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

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

I stay awake some when my wife turns off the lights
And breathing regularly next to me
And I think of petals and bodies pierced by metal
And how I'll never now fulfill my

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