Luyện nghe bài hát The Prize Of Beauty

I turn
Turn my unto you
What I do

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

Given the of beauty
of wretchedness
Divine like no
Kiss the poison

like the sun
Lives made
Words as snow
claimed and won

An opiate drugged
Beds of dust
Cries all
Dreams of lust

of hopelessness
Mires of sorrow, never
Our are borrowed
fast my soul

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

my mind
For my Lord please help me
in you

She claims the day in her
Over you and me
We dare to be, be
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 lonely
Trembling children, she
And gives to her art

When sheds
Her fitful
Glory be, we may live

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