Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] here this pillow
of reed and willow
you're a fickle little
are you sweet on sister?
your fallow leave you alone.

and for their pleasure
possesions to measure
a salty little pisser
with your in her kisser
but now a will of her own.

II]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[PART

[soldier:] they settled in your hair
to watch you shake and it out.
with our bared
we our bags and travel alls.

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

here com his hounds
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 backs like thistle
the mirror's soft silver
reflects our and birthing hour

[soldier:] here com 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 wind is blowing, it hurts skin
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

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

the that 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.

when the commes to greet you, you'll rise with clothes on
and advance with the others, old songs
of cattle and and withered old queens.
let the music you on.

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

V]

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

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

[woman:] darling dear, hav eyou done?
your and face are smeared 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 the hours
you're a fickle little
are you sweet on your
as now you go home.