Luyện nghe bài hát Lorelei (Icon Of Coil Remix)

Frie dearest, was it loe or a facade;
A serenade siren'd to - Zounds! not to court me?
A mnad, yet the colleen -
Certes thou me unveil meekly life pristine.

Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I to Death,
Yet who the was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the of loe painful is?

Ddally didst perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
Caus'd for all mazd to behold a mele;
In the midst did I swainly cast my bouquet:
bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
The one and sole faggot that the fire,

A poet of tragedies, I lauds to Death,
Lorelei,
Lorelei,
Yet who the hell was I to
thou not see thou to me needful art?
Perchance author I this ikon'd apologue for aught,

Canst not see the loss of loe painful is?
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, bethink thine afterthought:
ther and 'Nether art thou the peerless phnix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - me rather than the peevish prolix.