Luyện nghe bài hát Hollow-hearted, Heart-departed

"Filthy harlots - the grape!
With lore entreating;
Hollow-hearted, -
Yet thou reapest the blooming -
'tis the weed 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!
Father of children.
I wield ye to stint brawl!
is the ford - yet harken! - do not thwart!
Desirest to do it withal,
I cause thy body by one head too short!
ye nay to my boon,
Then wilt thou bloodsheld swoon!"

"Err me not! - ye bethink my foolhardiness!
Be vanished! - Be hanished! -
If ye me not wroth.
My hand hieth to the sword
thou 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 of the sward?
Wherefore holdest for
Me such a scowl?"

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

"Innocence is for the meek:
Of naught is my grasp to be!"