Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Rape Of Maude Bowen

The Of Maude Bowen

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

Now here is a tale, a story to be
Of a young girl, but 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 claim to save her
Save her from Satan's evil lair
Now her weeps in madness
At the tree, at the
The tree that grows from sweet 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 here is a tale, a 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

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

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