Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] upon this pillow
made of and willow
you're a little twister
are you sweet on your
your fallow leave you alone.

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

II]

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

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

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

and now all the marchers descend from high
i dedicate all of my awakenings to this.

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

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

III]

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

from the lee of the
he comes in the and the chariot
and all his eunuchs in
can lift his line and lariat.

com loose his hounds
to me down.

[chorus of waifs:] 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
reflects our last and hour

[soldier:] 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.

IV]

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

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

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

when the commes to greet you, you'll rise with clothes on
and advance with the others, singing old
of cattle and maidens and old queens.
let the carry you on.

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

V]

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

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

darling dear, what hav eyou done?
your hands and face are with blood.

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

[woman:] but darling dear, they found him
morning 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.

and now we've seen your powers
softly stretch the
you're a fickle little
are you sweet on your
as now you go home.