Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Of Cripples

Mother Of

A restless
Of a fiddler's
a tune to
Staggering
The of his songs
The looking scorns
At disfigured
Odious

Indeed
Hugging my
The sun I
In I roam

Offerings of
On a barren
Where my will lie
and unwept

Idle bait, my shawl on the
may see it
Perhaps my way
No thread of
me to man
I lay
Down once

Within my walls
and vexatious
Fragments of a
Play mournfully
With in my voice
I break the solemn
My drooping falls
On languid

of days
Creator of
the womb
You have me
My sight You love
Covered by Your
within Your hand
Made in Your
am I

The glare of a flame
Binds me to my

alone
Hugging my
The sun I
In darkness I

of flowers
I rest in the
My will lie
and unwept.