Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] here upon this
made of reed and
you're a little twister
are you on your sister?
your won't leave you alone.

and granted for pleasure
possesions to measure
she's a salty pisser
your cock 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 needs a new
needs a new and shiny prize.

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

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

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

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

III]

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

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

here com loose his
to me down.

[chorus of waifs:] me down.

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

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

[chaplain:] and now stricken pangs
that tear at our backs thistle down
the mirror's soft silver
our last and birthing hour

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

[chorus of waifs:] me down.

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

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

IV]

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

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

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

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

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

V]

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

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

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

[daughter:] the came and called me out
to beat and to 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.
reward's in the sweet by-and-by.

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