Luyện nghe bài hát Pictures In A Mirror

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His mother in her labor nine days long
She called on Bridget in her time
I out on the room 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 I've

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