Luyện nghe bài hát The Magdalene Laundries

I was an unmarried
I'd turned twenty-seven
When sent me to the sisters
For the way men at me
as a jezebel
I I was not bound for Heaven
I'd be in shame
Into the Magdalene

Most girls come here
by their own fathers
Bridget got belly
By her parish
We're to get things white as snow
All of us
In the steaming
Of the Magdalene

and destitutes
And temptresses like
Fallen
Sentenced into dreamless ...
Why do call this heartless place
Our of Charity?
Oh charity!

bloodless brides of Jesus
If they had once glimpsed their groom
they'd know, and they'd drop the stones
Concealed their rosaries
They the grass they walk upon
They the light out of a room
like to drive us down the drain
At the laundries

Peg died today
She was a cheeky
A
They just her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd think at least bells should ring!
One day I'm going to die too
And plant me in the dirt
Like some bulb
That blooms come any spring
Not any
No, not any
Not any