Luyện nghe bài hát Magdalene Laundries

I was an girl
I'd turned twenty-seven
When sent me to the sisters
For the way men at me
Branded as a
I knew I was not bound for
I'd be cast in
Into the Magdalene

Most girls come 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 laundries

and destitutes
And temptresses me
women
Sentenced dreamless drudgery
Why do they call this heartless
Our Lady of
Oh charity!

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

Peg O'Connell died
She was a cheeky
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 they'll me in the dirt
some lame bulb
That blooms, come any spring
Not any