Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

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

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

Here is Jenny Greenteeth, twelve from the nearest 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 close at hand
Living gently, let's have a glass of brandy
Never they saw home's door 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!
- pass away - Over her head!

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

[Solos: Jarpen,

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