Luyện nghe bài hát Bishonen

I was born in the town of Paisley in 1960
And in the care of an old eternal bachelor
A disciplinarian, a passionate antiquarian
His collection of myths and legends was

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

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

He taught me to be good words, he bought me ceremonial swords
And in this way came grace and
The words to cut down and to kill the muscle-bound
The swords to my intellectual enemies

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

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

And so in I grew to be blond and beautiful
Pale and frail, with male admirers
I was promised by my father a for a partner
So loyal nothing could divide us

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

How could I that surreptitious gay
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

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 by word of mouth

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

Saying "How could you forget the aging
Who brought you up to a fantasy?
Your and fragility
Your feminine and delicacy
be the death of me"

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

I've found a girl and stopped roaming 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 reprobate
Who me up according to a fantasy?
For when the old man 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 of fallen petals and bodies 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 have a son I'm going to raise him to die
And lay him in the that you prepared for me