Luyện nghe bài hát The Magdalene Laundries

I was an unmarried
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 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 Magdalene

Prostitutes and
And temptresses like
women--
Sentenced into drudgery ...
Why do they call heartless place
Our of Charity?
Oh charity!

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

Peg O'Connell died
She was a cheeky
A
They stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God think at least some bells should ring!
One day I'm to die here too
And they'll plant me in the
some lame bulb
That never blooms come any
Not any
No, not any
Not any