Luyện nghe bài hát The Mouth Of Judas

I am cut the cloth of Judas
And seen his face in mine
The weathered hands that turn the
Are in the sun
My ship has the blackest
Yet no to drive like slaves

You cannot see shore
That it no shadow upon the wave
The sepulchral crawl us
Over land and see they
Deadened hands the rudder
on the gale

They will dash you the cliffs
'Til every bone is broken
Jutting rip and knuckle
Is on the foam

I am cut from the of Judas
the hangman's hand itself
The long stare of the
And the cursed song of

"And you who follow me to
I do not exceed the span,
Given to me on I take
Care old of a man
God of all my god's 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 knee the majesty of death
You struggle for breath and lay the head to

So bend your knee before the majesty of
You for breath and lay the dead head to

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