Luyện nghe bài hát Pictures In A Mirror

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

He of all the girls he will not love
He not of the future or the past
Blue lightning spikes the hills the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets sail for other

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His mother lies in her labor days long
She called on Bridget in her time
I out on the room of my birth
With rich of many strange designs

Nobles stand with wine cups in the room
me and she the King's queen
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 look on me like waves of the sea
And with small lips the yellow I draw