Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Rape Of Maude Bowen

The Of Maude Bowen

Lying in the she's naked
Cold and dead, and broken
Maude Bowen victim of a man
Now at her does lie her rapist
Her brother, cold as she is
An avenging angel's arrow in his
And the squire he blame her
With his lies he does her
Sweet Maude Bowen a suicide

Now here is a tale, a story to be
Of a girl, but fifteen years old
as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now these the crimes, the crimes of the rich

At the they impale her
With the elm they claim to her
Save her soul from evil lair
Now her mother in madness
At the tree, at the
The tree grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart
The squire's men do and tease her
her off the grave and jeer her
Then one more with an arrow in his heart

Now here is a tale, a story to be
Of a young girl, but years old
Impaled as a vampire, her mother as a witch
Now these the crimes, the crimes of the rich

Up before the at Gloucester
Accused a witch now they will her
At the tree at the cross-roads she die
Tied to the elm the faggots
Maude's sweet crying, choking
Mother, daughter, of a man
And the squire there laughing
With his men they're laughing,
he is dead with an arrow in his heart

Now here is a tale, a to be told
Of a young girl, but years old
Impaled as a vampire, her mother as a witch
Now these the crimes, these were the crimes of the rich