Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] here upon this
of reed and willow
you're a fickle little
are you on your sister?
your fallow leave you alone.

and granted for pleasure
laid to measure
she's a salty little
with cock in her kisser
but now she's a of her own.

II]

[husband:] damn your ankles and eyes
you fingernails to your ponytails too.
king of the and the m-5
over in a motorcade too.

and needs a new prize
needs a new and shiny prize.

[captain:] in this place heavenly
you born here.
this place called
you born here.
you were here.

[husband:] and now all the descend from high
i will dedicate all of my to this.

and all the angles that opress my sight
i will your heart through a samovar soon.

in this place called heavenly
you were here.
place called heavenly
you born here.
you were here.

[PART

[soldier:] they settled in your hair
to you shake and shout it out.
our armaments bared
we shed our bags and alls.

the lee of the wall
he comes in the chang and the
and all his in thrall
can scarce lift his and lariat.

here com his hounds
to me down.

[chorus of blow me down.

[soldier:] on this stretch of
lay me down.

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

[chaplain:] and now stricken with
that tear at our like thistle down
the soft silver tain
reflects our and birthing hour

[soldier:] here com his hounds
to me down.

[chorus of waifs:] me down.

[soldier:] on this stretch of
lay me down.

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

IV]

[widow:] o the wind is blowing, it hurts skin
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

your arms full of lullabies, and wine
your memories wrapped within and twine.

the room that you lie in is and hard
sleeping soft babies on piles of
of gingham, taffeta, and silk
your dry hungry mouths cry for your milk.

when the dawn commes to greet you, rise with clothes on
and advance with the others, old songs
of and maidens and withered old queens.
let the music you on.

the room you lie in is dusty and hard
soft babies on piles of yards
of gingham, taffeta, and silk
your dry hungry cry for your mother's milk.

V]

[woman:] darling what have you done?
your are town, your make-up runs.

i ran through brambles, blooming thistle
i washed my face in the river when you me on.

darling dear, what hav eyou done?
your hands and face are with blood.

[daughter:] the came and called me out
to and to butcher his mother's sow

[woman:] but darling dear, they him dead
morning on the riverbed.

but hush now darling, you cry.
your in the sweet by-and -by.
now baby, don't you cry.
your reward's in the by-and-by.

[crone:] and now seen your powers
softly the hours
a fickle little twister
are you sweet on your
as now you go home.