Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

Sibilant and macabre, Walpurgis in
Skies litten five-pointed stars
The work of crafts sin
As she graced her window

An orphaned nymph
This issue of the bed
Skin flushed with absinthe
Her eyes revealed, as peak

Tried once concealing
A snow white of divine freaks
In riot, where fell

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

She watches a maypole, on the rip of her tongue
The restless spirit of Christmas to
A Gretel sick of sucking her thumb
Than men

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

Unloosed, the chain of her god-given
Seduced, now ribbons swathe her repose
In a carnival of souls sold and similarly

Too many decades misfit and
In innocence, a legend of prey
Parades her second coming, now they're running

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

Now she moves with a guile
the firelit circle of life
She soothes your heart for a while
Then its beat, syncing in with a knife

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

and at last
The circus away
With another in its arms
Dancing on her