Luyện nghe bài hát Pictures In A Mirror

Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Lord
The mixed speak of bread and of sheets that were
Scarlet and blue are at his
His heart like a cat in a well

He of all the girls he will not love
He thinks not of the future or the
Blue lightning spikes the hills the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets sail for other

There the chief with gold on his hair
Two thick each link of coiled ore
to his white skinned wife, she answers not
He hurls his question angry to the

His wife her mouth with a skull like sound
The bleeding image of her revolves above her mind
With line in its design and accusing eye
That Kasa's soul

The slaves row on beneath the flag
His heart recall his red haired son
Beneath the burning that he razed down

His and he speak not as wine is brought
A cup that seethes the black blood of wolves
His wife's dagger is hidden in her
He drinks to a dark sleep

The bangs the iron door
Lord Randall wakes, wakes in
He shakes his shackles in the gloom
The blood of his wounds is as coal

The Jailer leads him out the blinding bright stair
He feels uneven beneath his feet
The intones, the sword falls on his neck
The is boiling cold

They lay him in the at the break of day
They close the earthen door his clay
The are plucking worms from the ground

Their feathers gray as on a cloudy morn
Foresters burn branches from the trees
The white sun turns to

His mother lies in her labor nine long
She on Saint Bridget in her time
I looked out on the of my birth
With rich of many strange designs

Nobles with their wine cups in the room
me and she the King's queen
Already, I am who I am
Already, I've forgotten who been

My mother me up to her huge soft breast
Her nipple like a berry both and brown
Her eyes look on me like of the sea
And small lips the yellow milk I draw