Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

Sibilant and macabre, sauntered in
litten with five-pointed stars
The work of crafts sin
As she her window ledge

An gypsy nymph
issue of the forest's bed
Skin flushed with absinthe
Her revealed, as Brocken's peak

Tried concealing hell
A snow white of divine freaks
In riot, where they

The circus lurches in, a ring of promised
For days and seven 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 to come
A Gretel sick of merely sucking her
gingerbread men

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

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

Too many misfit and mislaid
In innocence, a tender legend of
Parades her second coming, now running afraid

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

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

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

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