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 side lie her rapist
Her brother, cold as she is
An avenging arrow in his heart
And the he does blame her
With his lies he does her
Sweet Maude Bowen shamed a

Now here is a tale, a story to be
Of a young girl, but fifteen old
Impaled as a vampire, her mother 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 from Satan's evil lair
Now her mother 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 with an arrow in his

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

Up the judge at Gloucester
Accused a witch now they will her
At the at the cross-roads will she die
to the elm the faggots smoking
Maude's sweet crying, choking
Mother, daughter, of a man
And the squire there laughing
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 years old
as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now these were the crimes, these were the of the rich