Luyện nghe bài hát The Prize Of Beauty

I cannot
my life unto you
What I do

A storm of hair
A of wickedness
as a God
Wild and

the prize of beauty
Image of
Divine like no
Kiss the breast

Flamed the sun
Lives undone
Words soft as
Souls and won

An drugged haze
Beds of dust
all night
Dreams of filthy

of hopelessness
Mires of sorrow, never
Our lives are
Hold my soul

She waits for me in my
Every night misery
my day, haunts my wake
Oh, my Lord you feel her grow inside of me

my mind
For once my Lord please me
in you

She the day in her name
Over you and me
We to be, be ourselves
to her and all her war

She our way
And the day
From my
It is her way

The milk of fills up my
Branching veins and lonely
Trembling children, she
And flight to her art

When April
Her fitful
Glory be, we may live

Truly, my hope perish within her
Truly, as always I forgive her
she keeps me near to her
Forever to day