Luyện nghe bài hát Beloved

How many times will I at you?
by the scent of your death
And the savage priests, to a suffering
Exult in a strangled

I am soothed from into sorrow
As they knot their wreaths against my
Help me the stench in my mind
Why do impair our vision?

Can anyone my blood?
I have clung, quivering, with flesh
Christendom rise and yourself
What delicious you've made me shed

Beloved, how many I look at you
With breath, and unguarded heart?
Like a cradled child you me
(With affection, to console this loss)

Their semblance of curses your beauty
In the blindness of my
In your black eyes
I see silent grief