Luyện nghe bài hát Lorca's Novena

Ignacio lay in the sand
A single red rose clutched in a dying
The women wept to see their die
And the big black gathered in the sky

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

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

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

The killers to mutilate the dead
But ran away in to search the town instead
But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just away
And the only sound was the in the chapel praying

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