Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

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

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

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

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

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

Here is Dana o'Shee, she's dwelling by to revenge
Empty a jug of whitest over her head!
- she'll away - Over her head!

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

Jarpen, Aydan]

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