Luyện nghe bài hát Lorca's Novena

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

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

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

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

The came 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 sound was the women in the chapel praying

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