Luyện nghe bài hát Magdalene Laundries

I was an unmarried
I'd just twenty-seven
When they me to the sisters
For the way men at me
Branded as a
I I was not bound for Heaven
I'd be in shame
the Magdalene laundries

Most girls come here
by their own fathers
Bridget got that belly by her priest
We're trying to get things as snow
All of us
In the stains
Of the laundries

Prostitutes and
And like me
Fallen
into dreamless drudgery
Why do they call this place
Our Lady of
Oh charity!

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

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