Luyện nghe bài hát The Body Lover

At it's coming up, the sun
The day be gone
With blackened and ruddy skin
And swigging upon his gin
He's weak with his back
The corpse he in his sack.
The burlap caked with clay
Is foul yet musky from it lay
Beside his shovel, oh rubble
her cold and lonely grave
The wind sings songs of praise:
How lovely she in her dress
Behold the virgin flesh
Her sunken filled with blind grace
Her shrunken lips secret tastes ..
For hair in tangles coiled
white satin, he hath toiled.
He'd held her feet and sighed...
The downy smooth upon her
And wrapped within his scarf
One little heart in a jar...
Swaying now lifts his head
This robber stops to the dead
And will he in town lust waits
For paid he'll be by just weighed...
night he'll roam the streets of mud
He's slushing down these roads of
Tonight own the meat and mud
night he'll roam the streets of mud
HE'S DOWN THESE ROADS OF BLOOD
Tonight he'll own the and mud
DRINK THESE STREETS
HE'LL EAT BLOOD
How lovely she in her dress
Behold the virgin flesh
only by one called