Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

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

and granted for their
laid to measure
she's a salty pisser
your cock in her kisser
but now a will of her own.

II]

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

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

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

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

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

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

III]

[soldier:] settled dust in your hair
to you shake and shout it out.
our armaments 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 his line and lariat.

here com loose his
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
tear at our backs like thistle down
the mirror's silver tain
reflects our last and birthing

[soldier:] here com loose his
to me down.

of waifs:] 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 your skin
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

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

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

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

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

V]

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

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

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

[daughter:] the chaplain and called me out
to beat and to butcher his 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.
your in the sweet by-and-by.

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