Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

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

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

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

Nighttime - never they say, go off
In their tracks I walk - A dreadful
Their homes so hidden, through old they wait
No gold nor silver, twiggy arms 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 their traces

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

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

[Solos: Jarpen,

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