Luyện nghe bài hát The Prize Of Beauty

I cannot
Turn my unto you
must I do

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

the prize of beauty
Image of
like no other
Kiss the poison

like the sun
Lives undone
Words soft as
claimed and won

An opiate haze
of shapeless dust
Cries all
Dreams of lust

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

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

Tearing my
For once my Lord please 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 woman up my
Branching veins and heart
children, she adores
And flight to her art

When sheds
Her fitful
Glory be, we may again

Truly, my hope perish within her
Truly, as always I cannot her
she keeps me near to her
Forever to day