Luyện nghe bài hát Hollow-hearted, Heart-departed

"Filthy - the Lord's grape!
With lore entreating;
Hollow-hearted, -
Yet thou reapest the blooming -
When 'tis the which is to be swath'd"

"And me in the bind?!"

"Hah! - for thee a hound holdeth the throne.
Unwanted of mother! - Plague of plagues!
of leprous children.
I wield ye to this brawl!
Night is the - yet harken! - do not thwart!
Desirest to do it withal,
I shall cause thy by one head too short!
ye nay to my boon,
Then thou from bloodsheld swoon!"

"Err me not! - Must ye my foolhardiness!
Be vanished! - Be hanished! -
If ye me not wroth.
My hand to unsheathe the sword
Lest dost totter -
Whid along! - irk my haughtiness?"

"No man... No man at all!
Be it lord of
my dignity!"

"Loom my sun -
the scarlet colour!"

"Wherefore
The kine of the
Wherefore holdest for
Me a quailing scowl?"

"I do, in the blooming flower, find!"

"Innocence is reserved for the
Of naught is my ne'er to be!"