Luyện nghe bài hát Pictures In A Mirror

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

He thinks of all the girls he not love
He not of the future or the past
Blue spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's sets sail for other where

stands the chief with gold on his hair
Two thick each link of coiled ore
Speaks to his white 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 loss above her mind
With every in its design and accusing eye
pierces 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 wife and he not as wine is brought
A cup that like the black blood of wolves
His wife's is hidden in her dress
He drinks to a dark sleep

The Jailer bangs the door
Lord Randall wakes, in pain
He his shackles in the beaten gloom
The blood of his is hard as coal

The Jailer leads him out the blinding bright stair
He uneven turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword falls on his
The pain is cold

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

Their feathers gray as mist on a cloudy
Foresters burn branches from the sleeping
The white sun to stone

His mother in her labor nine days long
She called on Bridget in her time
I looked out on the of my birth
With hangings rich of many designs

Nobles stand with their 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 huge breast
Her nipple like a berry both hard and
Her eyes look on me waves of the sea
And with lips the yellow milk I draw