Luyện nghe bài hát Magdalene Laundries

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

Most girls come here
Some by own fathers
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 temptresses me
women
Sentenced dreamless drudgery
Why do they this heartless place
Our of Charity?
Oh charity!

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

Peg O'Connell today
She was a girl
A
They 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 plant me in the dirt
Like lame bulb
That blooms, come any spring
Not any