Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

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

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

II]

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

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

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

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

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

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

III]

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

from the lee of the
he in the chang and the chariot
and all his eunuchs in
can scarce lift his and lariat.

com loose his hounds
to me down.

[chorus of waifs:] me down.

[soldier:] on stretch of ground
lay me down.

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

[chaplain:] and now with pangs
tear at our backs like thistle down
the mirror's soft silver
reflects our and birthing hour

here com loose his hounds
to me down.

[chorus of blow me down.

[soldier:] on 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
your memories wrapped within and twine.

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.

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 carry you on.

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

V]

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

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

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

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

[woman:] but darling dear, they him dead
morning 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 your powers
stretch the hours
you're a fickle little
are you sweet on sister?
as now you go home.