🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Beloved - Virgin Black

 How many times will I  at you?
 Allured  the scent of your death
 And  savage priests, to a suffering soul
 Exult in a  song
 
 I am soothed  anger into sorrow
 As they knot their wreaths about  limbs
 Help me understand the stench  my mind
 Why  they impair our vision?
 
 Can  taste my blood?
  have clung, quivering, with bruised flesh
 Christendom  a dress yourself
 What delicious tears you've  me shed
 
 Beloved, how many times I look at 
 With suspended breath,  unguarded heart?
 Like a cradled child  hold me
  hysterical affection, to console this loss)
 
 Beloved
 Their semblance of  curses your beauty
 In the blindness  my distress
 In your dense  eyes
 I see your  grief