Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Rape Of Maude Bowen

The Of Maude Bowen

Lying in the she's naked
Cold and dead, raped and
Sweet Maude Bowen of a man
Now at her side does lie her
Her mother's brother, as she is
An angel's arrow in his heart
And the squire he blame her
With his lies he does her
Sweet Maude Bowen shamed a

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

At the they impale her
With the elm they to save her
Save her from Satan's evil lair
Now her mother weeps in
At the tree, at the
The that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart
The men do taunt and tease her
her off the grave and jeer her
Then one more dies an arrow in his heart

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

Up the judge at Gloucester
Accused a now they will burn her
At the at the cross-roads will she die
Tied to the elm the smoking
Maude's mother crying, choking
Mother, daughter, of a man
And the squire stands laughing
his men they're laughing, joking
Then he is dead with an arrow in his

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