Luyện nghe bài hát The Mouth Of Judas

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

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

They will dash you against the
'Til brittle bone is broken
Jutting rip and gristled
Is on the foam

I am cut from the of Judas
the hangman's hand itself
The long 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, from "Reply of the Zagur-Og Cossacks to the of Constantinople")

Free me the hangman's hand
Free me the hangman's noose
So bend your before the majesty of death
You for breath and lay the dead head to

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

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