Luyện nghe bài hát The Magdalene Laundries

I was an girl
I'd turned twenty-seven
When sent 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
the Magdalene laundries

Most girls come pregnant
Some by their own
Bridget got belly
By her parish
We're trying to get things white as
All of us
In the stains
Of the laundries

Prostitutes and
And temptresses like
women--
Sentenced into dreamless ...
Why do they call this place
Our Lady of
Oh charity!

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

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