Luyện nghe bài hát Magdalene Laundries

I was an girl
I'd just twenty-seven
they sent me to the sisters
For the way men at me
Branded as a
I knew I was not for Heaven
I'd be in shame
Into the laundries

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

Prostitutes and
And like me
women
Sentenced into drudgery
Why do they call heartless place
Our of Charity?
Oh charity!

These brides of Jesus
If they had just once glimpsed groom
Then they'd know, and they'd drop the
Concealed their rosaries
They wilt the grass walk upon
They leech the out of a room
They'd to drive us down the drain
At the laundries

Peg O'Connell today
She was a cheeky
A
They stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells ring!
One day I'm to die here too
And they'll me in the dirt
Like some bulb
That blooms, come any spring
Not any