Luyện nghe bài hát The Magdalene Laundries

I was an girl
I'd just twenty-seven
When they me to the sisters
For the way men at me
as a jezebel
I knew I was not for Heaven
I'd be cast in
Into the laundries

Most come here pregnant
by their own fathers
Bridget got belly
By her priest
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 drudgery ...
Why do they call this heartless
Our Lady of
Oh charity!

These bloodless of Jesus
If they had just glimpsed their groom
Then know, and they'd drop the stones
Concealed behind their
They wilt the grass walk upon
leech 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 should ring!
One day I'm going to die too
And they'll me in the dirt
Like lame bulb
That never come any spring
Not any
No, not any
Not any