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 breast

like the sun
Lives made
Words soft as
claimed and won

An drugged haze
Beds of shapeless
Cries all
Dreams of lust

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

She for me in my dreams
Every misery brings
Haunts my day, my wake
Oh, my Lord you feel her grow inside of me

my mind
For once my Lord help me
in you

She the day in her name
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
veins and lonely heart
Trembling children, she
And gives to her art

April sheds
Her fitful
Glory be, we may again

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