Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] here this pillow
made of and willow
you're a little twister
are you sweet on your
your won't leave you alone.

and for their pleasure
laid to measure
she's a little pisser
with your in her kisser
but now she's a of her own.

II]

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

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

[captain:] in this place called
you were here.
this place 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 a samovar soon.

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

[PART

[soldier:] they settled dust in your
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 lift his and lariat.

com loose his hounds
to me down.

[chorus of waifs:] me down.

[soldier:] on stretch of ground
lay me down.

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

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

[soldier:] here com 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.

IV]

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

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

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

when the dawn to greet you, you'll 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 that you lie in is dusty and
soft babies on piles of yards
of gingham, taffeta, and silk
your dry hungry cry for your mother's milk.

V]

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

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

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

the chaplain came and called me out
to beat and to butcher his sow

[woman:] but darling dear, they 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 reward's in the by-and-by.

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