Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] upon this pillow
made of reed and
you're a fickle little
are you sweet on your
your won't leave you alone.

and granted for pleasure
laid to measure
she's a salty little
with your cock in her
but now she's a 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 baby needs a new
baby a new and shiny prize.

in this 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 that my sight
i will your heart through a samovar soon.

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

[PART

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

from the lee of the
he in the chang 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 stretch of
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 tain
reflects our last and birthing

[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 hurts skin
as you up hillside, forest and fen.

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

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

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

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

V]

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

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

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

the chaplain came and called me out
to beat and to his mother's sow

[woman:] but darling dear, found him dead
morning on the riverbed.

but hush now darling, you cry.
your in the sweet by-and -by.
hush now baby, you cry.
your in the sweet by-and-by.

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