Luyện nghe bài hát Widow Weeds

She draped herself in widow
Veil of and buttoned sleeves
Hid her face from the
A where once had been a girl

Her husband of twenty years
Had away leaving her in tears
Heart full of the future's
She beside his grave

should be colour every day
Just weeds, her friends all say
"please stop tears and throw away
Those weeds of black and grey"

Then she did a chilling sound
her fists and hit the ground
She moaned his name, she pulled her
She chanted verse and muttered
How a man so just, so good
her a widow like he could

Where should be colour day
Just weeds, her friends all say
"please stop tears and throw away
Those weeds of black and grey"

And deep chador of lace
The etched sorrow on her face
This in her cowl of grief
Subservient in her

Then the reading of the will
had hold within her still
But to believe her ears
She her sobbing, halted tears

Not a penny, not a
No to be found
Not a of recognition
The will was read cold precision

jumped up in her breast
Well maybe this was for the
Even as the will was
She tore away her

Tears of rage to of joy
No more from death's envoy
No more weeping, gnashing
No more with grief

She he loved her
So he loved her
She thought he her
So sure he her

But all his all his wealth
Just love for himself
signify love for himself

The chador fell the earth
a woman's rebirth
Witness a rebirth

She grief's ugly demon
a new found sense of freedom

Where should be colour day
Just weeds, now she can say
She stopped her tears and away
widow weeds of black and grey