Luyện nghe bài hát The Magdalene Laundries

I was an girl
I'd just twenty-seven
they sent me to the sisters
For the way men at me
Branded as a
I knew I was not for Heaven
I'd be in shame
Into the Magdalene

Most come here pregnant
Some by their own
Bridget got that
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
Fallen
Sentenced dreamless drudgery ...
Why do they this heartless place
Our Lady of
Oh charity!

These brides of Jesus
If they had just glimpsed their groom
Then 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 Magdalene

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