Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

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

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

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

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

In the end, the circle's at hand
Living more gently, let's have a glass of
they saw their home's door open at night
Stars witness their traces

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

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

[Solos: Jarpen,

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