Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

Sibilant and macabre, sauntered in
Skies with five-pointed stars
The work of surpassing sin
As she graced her ledge

An orphaned gypsy
This of the forest's bed
Skin flushed with sipped
Her eyes revealed, as peak

Tried concealing hell
A snow white line of divine
In riot, where fell

The circus in, a ring of promised delight
For seven and seven festival nights
wicked wonders lie within the confines
Of the den

She watches a maypole, on the rip of her tongue
The restless of Christmas to come
A Gretel of merely sucking her thumb
gingerbread men

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the
She was the of the world going down
War-torn, and malarial
She was found in a burial gown

Unloosed, the chain of her cross
Seduced, now pagan ribbons her repose
In a carnival of sold and similarly lost

Too many decades and mislaid
In innocence, a tender legend of
Parades her second coming, now they're afraid

scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world going
War-torn, and malarial
She was found born in a gown

Now she with a predator's guile
the firelit circle of life
She soothes cold heart for a while
Then matches its beat, syncing in a knife

She wrestles her with a delicate case
by her cross on the wall
And should she awake, embrace or mistake
She would take Jesus foot forward and all

Sibilant and at
The circus crawled
With another in its arms
Dancing on her