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
Into the laundries

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

and destitutes
And like me--
Fallen
into dreamless drudgery ...
Why do they call this place
Our Lady of
Oh charity!

These bloodless brides of
If they had just glimpsed their groom
Then know, and they'd drop the stones
behind their rosaries
They wilt the they walk upon
They leech the out of a room
They'd like to drive us the drain
At the Magdalene

Peg O'Connell died
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 never blooms any spring
Not any
No, not any
Not any