Luyện nghe bài hát The Mouth Of Judas

I am cut from the of Judas
And have his face in mine
The weathered hands that the pages
Are in the sun
My has the blackest sails
Yet no to drive like slaves

You cannot see from
That it casts no shadow upon the
The sepulchral crawl us
Over land and see they
hands upon the rudder
Groaning on the

They dash you against the cliffs
'Til every bone is broken
rip and gristled knuckle
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 me to make
Sure I do not the span,
Given to me on earth I
Care old of a man
Dead God of all my own snake"

(Guillam Appolinaire, from "Reply of the Cossacks to the Sultan of Constantinople")

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

So bend your knee before the of death
You struggle for and lay the dead head to

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