Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

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

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

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

Nighttime - never they say, go off
In their tracks I walk - A strain
homes so hidden, through branches old they wait
No gold nor silver, twiggy don't want your gold....!

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

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

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

[Solos: Jarpen,

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