Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

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

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

Tried concealing hell
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 sick of merely sucking her thumb
gingerbread men

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

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

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

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

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

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

and at last
The circus away
With another lover in its
on her grave