Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Of Cripples

Mother Of

A shadow
Of a fiddler's
a tune to
Staggering
The of his songs
The glass scorns
At this
Odious

Indeed
my breast
The sun I
In darkness I

of flowers
On a barren
Where my will lie
Uncared and

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

Within my aged
Taunts and
of a tune
Play most
With in my voice
I break the solemn
My head falls
On languid

of days
Creator of
From the
You formed me
My sight You love
by Your shadow
Held within hand
in Your likeness
am I

The of a sinking flame
Binds me to my

alone
Hugging my
The sun I
In darkness I

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