Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

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

One man speaks, loud and he cries
"All those strange fellows go away to barrows!"
Then they all for a riot indeed
Torch in hand and 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 their I walk - A dreadful strain
Their so hidden, through branches 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 saw their home's door open at night
witness their silent traces

Here is o'Shee, she's dwelling by to take revenge
a jug of whitest milk over her head!
- pass away - Over her head!

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

Jarpen, Aydan]

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