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 like

You cannot see from
That it casts no shadow the wave
The sepulchral with us
Over land and see they
Deadened hands upon the
on the gale

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

I am cut from the cloth of
From the hand itself
The long stare of the
And the cursed of slaves

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

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

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