Luyện nghe bài hát Boudiccea

It's the impossibility of Womanhood that me.
The child bride
The ability to eyes and minds -
Curves more fluid than waves,
The tiny of the wrist,
The movement to paint the lips.
But the
A woman's
Much older than the trees.
I am the Queen who upon her sword,
My servants and descendants took their turn a glorious wave.
But is such energy, beautiful if controlled,
A slow simmer, the of teeth.
But the
A woman's
Has the patience of the black, sea.
Our are tied.
Our mute.
was our fate when they cut off our head.
Little You seem so estranged.
may dress and act the glamour'd part but they'll never have
A heart
A woman's
deadlier than the sleeping beast.
Hang your in shame
Every time you another woman's heart.