Luyện nghe bài hát The Magdalene Laundries

I was an girl
I'd just turned
When they sent me to the
For the way men at me
as a jezebel
I I was not bound for Heaven
I'd be in shame
the Magdalene laundries

Most come here pregnant
Some by own fathers
Bridget got that
By her priest
We're trying to get white as snow
All of us
In the stains
Of the Magdalene

Prostitutes and
And temptresses me--
Fallen
Sentenced into drudgery ...
Why do they this heartless place
Our Lady of
Oh charity!

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

Peg O'Connell today
She was a girl
A
They stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd at least some 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