Luyện nghe bài hát The Magdalene Laundries

I was an girl
I'd just twenty-seven
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 cast in
Into the laundries

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

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

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

Peg O'Connell died
She was a girl
A
just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells ring!
One day I'm going to die too
And plant me in the dirt
Like lame bulb
That never blooms come any
Not any
No, not any
Not any