Luyện nghe bài hát The Prize Of Beauty

I turn
Turn my life you
must I do

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

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

Flamed the sun
Lives undone
Words as snow
claimed and won

An opiate haze
Beds of shapeless
all night
Dreams of lust

of hopelessness
Mires of sorrow, fails
Our are borrowed
Hold my soul

She for me in my dreams
night misery brings
Haunts my day, my wake
Oh, my can't you feel her grow inside of me

Tearing my
For once my Lord help me
in you

She claims the day in her
you and over 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 heart
children, she adores
And flight to her art

When April
Her rain
Glory be, we may again

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