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 window

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

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

The circus lurches in, a ring of delight
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 spirit of Christmas to come
A Gretel of merely sucking her thumb
gingerbread men

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

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

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

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

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

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

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