Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Rape Of Maude Bowen

The Rape Of Bowen

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

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

At the they impale her
With the elm claim to save her
Save her from Satan's evil lair
Now her mother in madness
At the tree, at the
The tree that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's
The men do taunt and tease her
Drag her off the grave and her
one more dies 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 these were the crimes, the crimes of the

Up the judge at Gloucester
Accused a witch now will burn her
At the tree at the will she die
Tied to the elm the smoking
sweet mother crying, choking
Mother, daughter, of a man
And the stands there laughing
With his men they're laughing,
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
Impaled as a vampire, her mother as a witch
Now these the crimes, these were the crimes of the rich