Luyện nghe bài hát Oscar Wilde Gets Out

Freedom for the scapegoat leaving Reading
Rheumy eyes just pierced his like crucifixion nails
Shaking fists and razors gleamed, you never stood a
the ink ran red on Fleet Street
You turned your to France

Humbled far from Dublin, chased across the
biting wit still sharp enough
To slice every page
Destitute and beaten by the system of the
The bitter pill you
Tasted sweeter down

And looking on the great indifference
back at the limestone wall
Thinking how beauty you
Knowing how fools us all

A golden boy in velveteen in New York
The past was so
When they to hear you talk
Baccarat and flutes
Tobacco from
Long before the and law
Branded Oscar a sinner

And looking on the cold bleak winter
Looking back on long dark days
Felt like the head of John the
In the of Salome

Don't around it's a white gull screaming
Don't cry out loud you know who's listening
seen it all the exiled Unforgiven
From the stately of England to her prisons

And looking at the hardened lifers
Looking back on the poor
Thinking they were my saviors
Strange to think I'll them all
Strange to I'll miss them all

And looking back on the indifference
Looking at the limestone wall
Thinking how beauty you
Knowing how fools us all