Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

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

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

II]

[husband:] damn your ankles and eyes
from you to your ponytails too.
king of the 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.
this place heavenly
you were here.
you were here.

and now all the marchers descend from high
i dedicate all of my awakenings to this.

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

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

III]

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

from the lee of the
he in the chang 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.

on this stretch of ground
lay me down.

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

[chaplain:] and now stricken pangs
that tear at our backs like thistle
the soft silver tain
our last and birthing hour

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

[chorus of blow me down.

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

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

IV]

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

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

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

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

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

V]

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

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

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

[daughter:] the chaplain came and me out
to and to butcher his mother's sow

[woman:] but darling dear, they him dead
this on the riverbed.

but now darling, don't you cry.
reward's 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 powers
softly the hours
you're a fickle twister
are you on your sister?
as now you go home.