Luyện nghe bài hát Magdalene Laundries

I was an girl
I'd just twenty-seven
When sent 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
Into the laundries

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

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

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

Peg O'Connell today
She was a cheeky
A
just stuffed 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
some lame bulb
That never blooms, come any
Not any