Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad in Plain D

I once a girl, her skin it was bronze
the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn
I courted her but now she is gone
Gone as the season she's

In a young youth, I stole her away
From her mother and sister, close did they stay
Each one of them suffering the failures of their day
With strings of guilt they hard to guide us

Of the two sisters, I the young
sensitive instincts, she was the creative one
The constant scrapegoat, she was easily
By the jealousy of others her

For her sister, I had no respect
Bound by her boredom, her to protect
Countless visions of the she'd reflect
As a crutch for her scenes and her

Myself, for what I did, I cannot be
The changes I was through can't even be used
For the that I told her in hopes not to lose
The could-be of my lifetime

unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip
A mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped
Noticing not I'd already slipped
To the sin of love's false

From silhouetted anger to manufactured
Answers of emptiness, vacancies
the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, "Please
What's and what's exactly the matter?"

And so it did happen it could have been foreseen
The explosion of fantasy's dream
At the peak of the night, the and the queen
all down into pieces

"The tragic figure!" her sister did
"Leave her alone, god you, get out!"
And I in my armor, about
And her in the ruins of her pettiness

Beneath a bare light the plaster did pound
Her and I in a screaming battleground
And she in between, the of sound
Soon as a child to the shadows

All is gone, all is gone, it, take flight
I gagged in contradiction, blinding my sight
My mind it was mangled, I ran the night
Leaving all of love's ashes me

The knocks my window, the room it is wet
The to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet
I of her often and hope whoever she's met
be fully aware of how precious she is

Ah, my from the prison, they ask unto me
"How good, how good does it to be free?"
And I them most mysteriously
"Are birds from the chains of the skyway?"