Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

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

and granted for pleasure
possesions laid to
she's a salty pisser
with your in her kisser
but now she's a of her own.

II]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[PART

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

from the lee of the
he comes in the chang and the
and all his in thrall
can scarce his line and lariat.

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

[soldier:] 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.

IV]

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

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

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

V]

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

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

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

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

but darling dear, they found him dead
this on the riverbed.

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

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