Luyện nghe bài hát Magdalene Laundries

I was an unmarried
I'd turned 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 cast in
Into the laundries

Most come here pregnant
by their own fathers
Bridget got belly by her parish priest
trying to get things white as snow
All of us
In the stains
Of the laundries

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

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

Peg died today
She was a girl
A
They just her in a hole!
to God you'd think at least some bells should ring!
One day I'm going to die too
And plant me in the dirt
Like some lame
never blooms, come any spring
Not any