Luyện nghe bài hát Lorca's Novena

Ignacio lay dying in the
A red rose clutched in a dying hand
The wept to see their hero die
And the big birds gathered in the sky

Mother of all our
Mother of all our
Intercede him tonight
For all of our

The years went by and then the came
And the men and marched them up the hill of pain
And Lorca, the faggot poet they till last
Blew his brains out with a up his arse

Mother of all our
of all our sorrows
Intercede him tonight
For all of our

The killers came to mutilate the
But ran away in terror to search the instead
But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked
And the only sound was the women in the chapel

Mother of all our
of all our sorrows
Intercede with him
For all of our