Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

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

and granted for pleasure
possesions to measure
a salty little pisser
with your cock in her
but now she's a of her own.

II]

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

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

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

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

and damn all the angles that opress my
i bleed your heart through a samovar soon.

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

III]

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

the lee of the wall
he comes in the and the chariot
and all his eunuchs in
can lift his line and lariat.

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.

[chaplain:] and now with pangs
that at our backs like thistle down
the mirror's silver tain
our last and birthing hour

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

[chorus of blow me down.

[soldier:] on stretch 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 of lullabies, orchids and wine
your memories wrapped within and twine.

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

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

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

V]

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

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

[woman:] darling dear, hav eyou done?
your hands and 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 by-and -by.
hush now baby, you cry.
your in the sweet by-and-by.

[crone:] and now seen your powers
softly stretch the
you're a fickle twister
are you sweet on your
as now you go home.