Luyện nghe bài hát The Prize Of Beauty

I turn
Turn my life 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 undone
Words as snow
claimed and won

An opiate haze
of shapeless dust
Cries all
Dreams of lust

of hopelessness
Mires of sorrow, fails
Our lives are
Hold fast my

She waits for me in my
Every misery brings
my day, haunts my wake
Oh, my Lord can't you feel her 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
my hands
It is her way

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

When sheds
Her fitful
Glory be, we may again

Truly, my hope will within her
Truly, as always I cannot her
Cruelly she me near to her
to this day