Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

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

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

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

Nighttime - they say, go off alone
In their tracks I walk - A strain
Their so hidden, through branches old they wait
No gold nor silver, twiggy don't want your gold....!

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

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

Nighttime - never they say, go off
In tracks I walk - A dreadful strain
Their homes so hidden, through branches old they
No nor silver, fear is sold at half price....!

[Solos: Jarpen,

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