Luyện nghe bài hát The Awful Ache

Esmerelda falls in love Saturday
And on morning don't remember a thing
And the are all saints of the latter day, that's the way
And it takes a little out of the sting

Holy water as sweet as wine
Holy wine tastes just blood
She's for loss, for the man on the cross
She says no more, the ache

And in her bedroom there's a mirror
Sometimes it don't a thing
And from the he sees her silhouette
And he forget

That her kisses are as sweet as
And her taste like myrrh
Her is lost like the man on the cross
And no more, the ache

Esmerelda on down to the cemetery
And waiting for her in the shade
With the and the sad old trees, patiently
But she right past his grave

She's crying for loss, for the man on the
She says no more, the awful
She's for loss and the man on the cross
She says no more, the ache