Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] here this pillow
made of and willow
you're a fickle twister
are you sweet on your
your fallow leave you alone.

and granted for their
possesions to measure
she's a salty little
with your in her kisser
but now she's a of her own.

II]

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

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

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

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

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

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

III]

[soldier:] they settled dust in hair
to watch you and shout it out.
with our armaments
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 his hounds
to me down.

[chorus of blow me down.

on this stretch of ground
lay me down.

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

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

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

[chorus of blow me down.

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

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

IV]

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

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

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

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

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

V]

[woman:] darling dear 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 and face are smeared with blood.

the chaplain came and called me out
to and to butcher his mother's sow

but darling dear, they found 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.
your in the sweet by-and-by.

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