Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

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

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

II]

[husband:] damn your ankles and eyes
from you fingernails to your too.
of the insects and the m-5
over charlemagne in a too.

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

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

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

and damn all the that opress my sight
i will bleed your through a samovar soon.

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

III]

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

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

com loose his hounds
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 tear at our backs like thistle
the mirror's soft tain
reflects our last and hour

here com loose 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.

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

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

when the dawn to greet you, you'll rise with clothes on
and advance 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 soft babies on piles of
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and
your dry mouths cry for your mother's milk.

V]

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

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

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

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

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

but now darling, don't 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 your powers
stretch the hours
you're a little twister
are you on your sister?
as now you go home.