Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

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

and granted for pleasure
laid to measure
she's a salty little
your cock in her kisser
but now a will of her own.

II]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[soldier:] settled dust in your hair
to you shake and shout it out.
with our bared
we shed our bags and alls.

from the lee of the
he in the chang and the chariot
and all his in thrall
can lift his line and lariat.

here com his hounds
to me down.

of waifs:] blow me down.

[soldier:] on stretch 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 soft silver
our last and birthing hour

[soldier:] 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.

IV]

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

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

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

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

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

V]

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

i ran through brambles, blooming thistle
i washed my face in the river you whistled me on.

[woman:] darling dear, hav eyou done?
your hands and 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 hush now darling, you cry.
reward's 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 your
softly stretch the
you're a little twister
are you on your sister?
as now you go home.