Luyện nghe bài hát The Mouth Of Judas

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

You see from shore
it casts no shadow upon the wave
The sepulchral with us
Over land and see hail
Deadened hands the rudder
Groaning on the

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

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

"And you who me to make
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 from the hangman's
Free me the hangman's noose
So bend your knee before the of death
You struggle for breath and lay the head to

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

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