Luyện nghe bài hát Pictures In A Mirror

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

He of all the girls he will not love
He thinks not of the future or the
lightning spikes the hills above the sea
Where ship sets sail for other where

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

His wife strikes her with a skull like sound
The bleeding image of her loss revolves her mind
With every line in its and accusing eye
That pierces Kasa's

The slaves row on the dragon flag
His heart recoils his red haired son
Beneath the burning walls that he down

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

The Jailer bangs the iron
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 turf his feet
The intones, the sword falls on his neck
The pain is boiling

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

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

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

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

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