Luyện nghe bài hát Pictures In A Mirror

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

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

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

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

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

His wife and he speak not as is brought
A cup that seethes like the black blood of
His dagger is hidden in her dress
He drinks joyless to a dark

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

The Jailer leads him out upon the bright stair
He feels uneven turf beneath his
The priest intones, the sword falls on his
The pain is boiling

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

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

His mother lies in her labor nine days
She called on Saint Bridget in her
I out on the room of my birth
With hangings rich of many strange

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

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