Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] here upon this
made of and willow
a fickle little twister
are you on your sister?
your fallow won't you alone.

and for their pleasure
possesions to measure
she's a little pisser
with your in her kisser
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 needs a new
baby needs a new and prize.

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

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

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

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

III]

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

the lee of the wall
he comes in the and the chariot
and all his in thrall
can scarce his line and lariat.

here com his hounds
to me down.

of waifs:] blow me down.

[soldier:] on this stretch of
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 soft silver
reflects our and birthing hour

here com loose his hounds
to me down.

of waifs:] 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 hurts skin
as you up hillside, forest and fen.

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

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

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

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

V]

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

i ran through brambles, blooming thistle
i washed my face in the river when you me on.

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

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

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

but now darling, don't you cry.
your reward's in the by-and -by.
now baby, don't you cry.
your in the sweet by-and-by.

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