Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] here upon pillow
of reed and willow
you're a little twister
are you sweet on sister?
fallow won't leave you alone.

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

II]

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

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

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

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

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

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

III]

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

the lee of the wall
he comes in the chang and the
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 stricken pangs
that tear at our backs like thistle
the mirror's soft tain
our last and birthing hour

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

[chorus of waifs:] 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 hurts skin
as you up hillside, forest and fen.

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

the room that you lie in is and hard
sleeping soft babies on of yards
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and
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 and withered old queens.
let the carry you on.

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.

V]

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

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

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

[daughter:] the came and called me out
to beat and to butcher his sow

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

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

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