Luyện nghe bài hát Beloved

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

I am soothed from anger sorrow
As they knot their against my limbs
Help me the stench in my mind
Why do they impair our

Can anyone my blood?
I clung, quivering, with bruised flesh
Christendom rise and dress
What delicious tears you've made me

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

Their of love curses your beauty
In the of my distress
In your black eyes
I see your silent