Luyện nghe bài hát Magdalene Laundries

I was an unmarried
I'd turned twenty-seven
When they sent me to the
For the way men at me
Branded as a
I knew I was not for Heaven
I'd be cast in
Into the laundries

Most come here pregnant
Some by own fathers
got that belly by her parish priest
We're trying to get white as snow
All of us
In the streaming
Of the laundries

and destitutes
And like me
women
Sentenced into dreamless
Why do they call this place
Our of Charity?
Oh charity!

These bloodless brides of
If they had just glimpsed their groom
Then know, and they'd drop the stones
Concealed behind their
They the grass they walk upon
They the light out of a room
like to drive us down the drain
At the Magdalene

Peg O'Connell today
She was a girl
A
just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd think at some bells should ring!
One day I'm going to die too
And they'll me in the dirt
Like lame bulb
never blooms, come any spring
Not any