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 like a cat drowns in a well

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

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

His wife strikes her mouth with a skull like
The bleeding image of her loss above her mind
With every in its design and accusing eye
That pierces 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 blood of wolves
His wife's dagger is in her dress
He joyless to a dark sleep

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

The Jailer leads him out upon the blinding bright
He feels uneven turf his feet
The intones, the sword falls on his neck
The is boiling cold

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

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

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

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

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