Luyện nghe bài hát The Widows Blame

sing your song with caresses,
enchanted holds no surprise.
up on the rocks and grounded,
flotsam on a tide.
are told by sailors smiten,
a like-innocence fills their ears.
too late to turn, the tide it them.
they know the they learn by fear.

charm me, me.
siren of the you call my name.
me, hypnotise me.
siren, youre the one the blame.

you leave their to davey jones,
a too deep to desecrate.
son and drowned together,
the widow dries her streaked face.
on the she sits in silence,
her loss is more she can bear.
the waves come in, to engulf her.