Luyện nghe bài hát The Prize Of Beauty

I cannot
Turn my life you
What I do

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

Given the of beauty
Image of
Divine like no
the poison breast

Flamed the sun
made undone
Words as snow
claimed and won

An opiate drugged
Beds of dust
Cries all
Dreams of filthy

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

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

my mind
For once my Lord please me
in you

She claims the day in her
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 of woman fills up my
veins and lonely heart
Trembling children, she
And gives to her art

When April
Her rain
Glory be, we may live

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