Luyện nghe bài hát Bishonen

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

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

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

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

And women should be hated but first
Charm, he said, is to misogyny
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 resist the old
Who brought me up to a fantasy?
My softness and
My grace and delicacy
death himself afraid for me

And so in I grew to be blond and beautiful
Pale and frail, with many male
I was promised by my father a retainer for a
So loyal that could divide us

Shocked by my that I'd rather have a woman
My stepfather replied I had no
man would 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
of the early death in store for me

So me and my retainer many dangers
On travels through the North and the South
We ripped open the bellies of famous bullies
And our reputation spread by 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 drunk
He seemed to speak with my stepfather's

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

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

I've found a girl and stopped roaming the world
My gone to be a mercenary
Now I work in a merchant bank, I'm by the senior ranks
behind my back the juniors 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
of the early death in store for me

I stay awake some nights when my wife off the lights
And starts regularly next 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 pass my
To a boy with beauty and more bravery
For if I have a son I'm to raise him to die young
And lay him in the grave that you for me