Luyện nghe bài hát Oscar Wilde Gets Out

Freedom for the scapegoat leaving Jail
Rheumy eyes just his heart like crucifixion nails
fists and razors gleamed, you never stood a chance
When the ink ran red on Fleet
You turned eyes to France

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

And looking back on the great
back at the limestone wall
Thinking how deceives you
how love fools us all

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

And looking back on the cold winter
Looking back on long dark days
like the head of John the Baptist
In the arms of

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

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

And looking back on the indifference
Looking back at the limestone
Thinking how deceives you
Knowing how love us all