Luyện nghe bài hát Widow Weeds

She draped in widow weeds
Veil of and buttoned sleeves
Hid her face the world
A shadow once had been a girl

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

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

Then she did wail a sound
Beat her and hit the ground
She moaned his name, she pulled her
She chanted and muttered prayer
How a man so just, so good
Leave her a like he could

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

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

Then the reading of the will
Grief had within her still
But unable to believe her
She stopped her sobbing, halted

Not a penny, not a
No provision to be
Not a thought of
The will was read with cold

jumped up in her breast
Well this was for the best
Even as the was blessed
She tore her veil

of rage to tears of joy
No more grief from envoy
No more weeping, teeth
No more with grief

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

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

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

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

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