Luyện nghe bài hát The Magdalene Laundries

I was an unmarried
I'd just turned
When they me to the sisters
For the way men at me
Branded as a
I knew I was not bound for
I'd be cast in
Into the Magdalene

Most come here pregnant
Some by own fathers
got that belly
By her priest
We're trying to get things as snow
All of us
In the steaming
Of the laundries

Prostitutes and
And temptresses me--
Fallen
Sentenced dreamless drudgery ...
Why do they call heartless place
Our of Charity?
Oh charity!

These brides of Jesus
If they had just glimpsed their groom
Then know, and they'd drop the stones
Concealed behind their
They wilt the grass they upon
They the light out of a room
They'd like to us down the drain
At the Magdalene

Peg O'Connell today
She was a girl
A
just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells ring!
One day I'm going to die too
And plant me in the dirt
Like some lame
That never come any spring
Not any
No, not any
Not any