Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

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

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

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

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

She from 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 going
War-torn, and malarial
She was found in a burial gown

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

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

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

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

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

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