Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

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

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

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

Nighttime - never say, go off alone
In their tracks I walk - A strain
Their homes so hidden, branches old they wait
No gold nor silver, twiggy arms want your gold....!

In the end, the circle's close at
Living more gently, let's have a of brandy
Never they saw their home's open at night
Stars witness silent traces

Here is Dana o'Shee, she's dwelling by to revenge
Empty a jug of whitest over her head!
- she'll pass - Over her head!

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

Jarpen, Aydan]

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