Luyện nghe bài hát Lorca's Novena

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

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

The years went by and the killers came
And took the men and marched up the hill of pain
And Lorca, the poet they left till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his

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

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

Mother of all our
Mother of all our
with him tonight
For all of our