Luyện nghe bài hát Pictures In A Mirror

Deep in the hollow jail, Lord Randall
The mixed voices speak of bread and of that were
and blue are at his head
His heart a cat drowns in a well

He thinks of all the girls he will not
He thinks not of the or the past
lightning spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's ship sail for other where

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

His wife strikes her mouth with a like sound
The bleeding image of her revolves above her mind
With every line in its and accusing eye
That pierces soul

The row on beneath the dragon flag
His heart recoils recall his red son
Beneath the walls that he razed down

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

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

The Jailer leads him out upon the blinding stair
He uneven turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword on his neck
The pain is boiling

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

Their gray as mist on a cloudy morn
burn branches from the sleeping trees
The sun turns to stone

His mother lies in her nine days long
She called on Saint in her time
I looked out on the of my birth
With hangings rich of many strange

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

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