Luyện nghe bài hát The Prize Of Beauty

I cannot
my life unto you
What I do

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

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

like the sun
Lives made
Words soft as
Souls and won

An opiate haze
Beds of shapeless
Cries all
Dreams of filthy

Lair of
of sorrow, never fails
Our are borrowed
fast my soul

She waits for me in my
Every night brings
my day, haunts my wake
Oh, my can't you feel her grow inside of me

my mind
For my Lord please help me
in you

She claims the day in her
you and over me
We dare to be, be
to her and all her war

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

The of woman fills up my
Branching veins and heart
Trembling children, she
And gives to her art

April sheds
Her rain
Glory be, we may live

Truly, my will perish within her
Truly, as always I forgive her
Cruelly she keeps me to her
to this day