Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Martyr

I
heavenly face underwater
Admiring its
the moon rays
And the life out
Of magnificent wounds
Wraps up of red naked flesh

On your pearly nails, the light
Gleam water in a deep silence
And your veins, in a complexe
Draw on your skin tree

You who for ever
In your cold
Shall the fall on
holy misfortune

Which for its crime
Your spirit
And on its face
An accusing

You, who sleep for
In cold shroud
Shall the disgrace on
Your misfortune

dark hair, as an oil slick
Stays on the surface, to sink
It tries to make believe of a last
It dances on the waves, unlifed,