Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

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

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

Here is Jenny Greenteeth, miles from the nearest inn
(the) innkeeper speaks of filthy tricks, as old as trees!
- be - As old as trees!

Nighttime - never they say, go off
In their I walk - A dreadful 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
more gently, let's 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 dwelling by to take
Empty a jug of whitest milk her head!
- she'll away - Over her head!

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

[Solos: Jarpen,

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