Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

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

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

II]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

from the lee of the
he comes in the and the chariot
and all his in thrall
can scarce lift his and lariat.

com loose his hounds
to me down.

[chorus of 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 soft silver tain
our last and birthing hour

[soldier:] here com loose his
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 your skin
as you up hillside, forest and fen.

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

the room that you lie in is and hard
soft 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 with on
and advance the others, singing old songs
of and maidens and withered old queens.
let the music you on.

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

V]

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

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

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

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

but darling 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 in the sweet by-and-by.

[crone:] and now seen your powers
softly the hours
you're a fickle little
are you on your sister?
as now you go home.