Luyện nghe bài hát The Mouth Of Judas

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

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

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

I am cut the cloth of Judas
From the hangman's itself
The stare of the condemned
And the song of slaves

"And you who follow me to
Sure I do not the span,
to me on earth I take
Care old of a man
God of all my god's own snake"

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

me from the hangman's hand
Free me from the hangman's
So bend knee before the majesty of death
You struggle for breath and lay the head to

So bend knee before the majesty of death
You for breath and lay the dead 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 burns so red and