Luyện nghe bài hát Oscar Wilde Gets Out

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

far from Dublin, chased across the waves
Your biting wit still enough
To slice through page
Destitute and beaten by the system of the
The bitter you swallowed
Tasted sweeter going

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

A boy in velveteen landed in New York
The past was so
they paid to hear you talk
Baccarat and flutes
from Virginia
Long the lords and law
Oscar Wilde a sinner

And back on the cold bleak winter
back on those long dark days
Felt like the head of the Baptist
In the arms of

Don't turn around a white gull screaming
Don't cry out loud you never know who's
seen it all the exiled Unforgiven
From the homes of England to her prisons

And looking back at the hardened
back on the wretched poor
Thinking maybe they my saviors
Strange to think I'll them all
Strange to think I'll them all

And looking back on the great
Looking back at the wall
how beauty deceives you
Knowing how fools us all