Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

Under (the) moon, time still to come
"If I keep questing, I may find settling!"
Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll face of
Look at the frightened faces

One man speaks, and loud he cries
"All those strange fellows must go to barrows!"
they all went for a riot indeed
Torch in hand and angry

Here is Greenteeth, twelve miles from the nearest inn
(the) innkeeper speaks of filthy tricks, as old as trees!
- be - As old as trees!

Nighttime - never they say, go off
In their tracks I - A dreadful strain
Their homes so hidden, branches old they wait
No nor silver, twiggy arms don't want your gold....!

In the end, the close at hand
Living gently, let's have a glass of brandy
Never they saw their home's open at night
Stars witness their silent

Here is Dana o'Shee, dwelling by to take revenge
a jug of whitest milk over her head!
- pass away - Over her head!

Nighttime - they say, go off alone
In their tracks I walk - A dreadful
Their homes so hidden, through branches old wait
No nor silver, fear is sold at half price....!

[Solos: Jarpen,

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