Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] here this pillow
made of and willow
a fickle little twister
are you on your sister?
your fallow won't you alone.

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

II]

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

and baby a new prize
baby a new and shiny prize.

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

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

and damn all the angles that opress my
i bleed your heart through a samovar soon.

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

[PART

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

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

here com loose his
to me down.

of waifs:] blow me down.

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

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

[chaplain:] and now stricken pangs
that at our backs like thistle down
the mirror's silver tain
reflects our last and hour

here com loose 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 your
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

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

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

when the commes to greet you, you'll rise with clothes on
and with the others, singing old songs
of and maidens and withered old queens.
let the carry you on.

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

V]

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

[daughter:] i ran through brambles, blooming
i washed my in the river when you whistled me on.

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

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

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

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

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