Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

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

and for their 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.
king of the and the m-5
over in a motorcade too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

here com loose his
to me down.

[chorus of blow me down.

on this stretch of ground
lay me down.

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

[chaplain:] and now with pangs
that tear at our like thistle down
the soft silver tain
reflects our and birthing hour

here com loose his hounds
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 hurts skin
as you up hillside, forest and fen.

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

the room that you lie in is dusty and
sleeping babies on piles of yards
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
soft babies on piles of yards
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 when you whistled me on.

[woman:] dear, what hav eyou done?
your and face are smeared 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 now darling, don't you cry.
your reward's in the sweet -by.
hush now baby, you cry.
reward's in the sweet by-and-by.

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