Luyện nghe bài hát Bishonen

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

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

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

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

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

And how could I 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 by my father a retainer for a partner
So loyal that nothing could us

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

How could I disobey that gay
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

So me and my encountered many dangers
On travels through the North and through the
We open the bellies of many famous bullies
And our reputation by word of mouth

In the mountains of we stopped and shared 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 with my stepfather's voice

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

Surprised at 28 to myself so late
Changing a boy into a man
I'm starting to feel guilty that has killed me
Early as my stepfather had

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

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

I stay awake some nights my wife 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 fulfill my

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