Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

Under (the) moon, spring time to come
"If I keep questing, I may find settling!"
Jack-in-the-Green me your droll face of wood
Look around at the 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 hand and glances

Here is Jenny Greenteeth, miles from the nearest inn
(the) speaks 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 homes so hidden, through old they wait
No nor silver, twiggy arms don't want your gold....!

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

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

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

Jarpen, Aydan]

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