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 birds gathered in the sky

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

The went by and then the killers came
And took the men and them up the hill of pain
And Lorca, the faggot poet they left till
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 the dead
But ran away in terror to the town instead
But corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the in the chapel praying

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