Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

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

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

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

Nighttime - never say, go off alone
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 circle's close at
Living more gently, have a glass of brandy
Never they saw their home's open at night
witness their silent traces

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

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

Jarpen, Aydan]

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