Luyện nghe bài hát Boudiccea

It's the impossibility of Womanhood vexes me.
The child symbol
The ability to read eyes and -
more fluid than desert waves,
The tiny of the wrist,
The organic to paint the lips.
But the
A woman's
Much older the hollow'd trees.
I am the who fell upon her sword,
My servants and each took their turn a glorious wave.
But anger is 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.
Such was our fate when cut off our head.
Little You seem so estranged.
Some may dress and act the glamour'd part but they'll never
A heart
A woman's
deadlier than the sleeping beast.
Hang your head in
Every you break another woman's heart.