Luyện nghe bài hát Magdalene Laundries

I was an unmarried
I'd just twenty-seven
When sent me to the sisters
For the way men at me
as a Jezebel
I I was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in
Into the laundries

Most girls come pregnant
Some by their own
Bridget got that belly by her parish
We're to get things white as snow
All of us
In the streaming
Of the Magdalene

Prostitutes and
And like me
Fallen
Sentenced into dreamless
Why do they call this heartless
Our of Charity?
Oh charity!

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

Peg O'Connell today
She was a girl
A
They just her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd at least some bells should ring!
One day I'm to die here too
And plant me in the dirt
Like some lame
That never blooms, come any
Not any