Luyện nghe bài hát The Mouth Of Judas

I am cut from the cloth of
And seen his face in mine
The weathered hands turn the pages
Are in the sun
My ship has the sails
Yet no wind to drive slaves

You see from shore
That it casts no shadow the wave
The sepulchral crawl us
Over and see they hail
hands upon the rudder
Groaning on the

will dash you against the cliffs
'Til every brittle bone is
Jutting rip and gristled
Is gnashing on the

I am cut from the of Judas
From the hand itself
The stare of the condemned
And the cursed of slaves

"And you who follow me to
Sure I do not the span,
Given to me on earth I
old Shadow of a man
Dead God of all my own snake"

(Guillam Appolinaire, "Reply of the Zagur-Og Cossacks to the Sultan of Constantinople")

Free me from the hangman's
Free me from the noose
So bend your knee the majesty of death
You struggle for and lay the dead head to

So bend your before the majesty of death
You struggle for breath and lay the head to

So they stretch the womb to the grave
Let us you the first journey of men
The first murder, the so red and barren
It burns so red and