Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

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

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

II]

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

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

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

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

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

[captain:] in this place heavenly
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.
with our armaments
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 his line and lariat.

here com loose his
to me down.

of waifs:] blow me down.

[soldier:] on this 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
our last and birthing hour

[soldier:] here com 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 your
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

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

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

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

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

V]

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

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

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

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

[woman:] but 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 reward's in the by-and-by.

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