Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] upon this pillow
made of and willow
you're a fickle twister
are you sweet on your
your fallow won't you alone.

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

II]

[husband:] damn your ankles and wide
from you fingernails to ponytails too.
of the insects and the m-5
over charlemagne in a too.

and baby a new prize
baby needs a new and prize.

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

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

and damn all the angles that my sight
i will bleed heart through a samovar soon.

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

[PART

[soldier:] they settled dust in hair
to watch you and shout it out.
with our bared
we our bags and travel alls.

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

here com loose his
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 with pangs
that at our backs like thistle down
the mirror's soft silver
reflects our and birthing hour

here com loose his hounds
to me down.

of waifs:] blow 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 your skin
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

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

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

when the dawn commes to you, you'll rise with clothes on
and with the others, singing old songs
of cattle and maidens and old queens.
let the music you on.

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

V]

[woman:] darling dear what you done?
your clothes are town, your runs.

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

[woman:] darling dear, what hav eyou
your hands and face are with blood.

the chaplain came and called me out
to beat and to butcher his sow

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

but hush now darling, you cry.
your reward's in the by-and -by.
hush now baby, you cry.
reward's in the sweet by-and-by.

[crone:] and now we've seen powers
stretch the hours
you're a fickle twister
are you sweet on your
as now you go home.