Luyện nghe bài hát The Tain (Parts I, II, III, IV, V)

I

crone: upon this pillow
made of reed and
you're a fickle twister
are you on your sister?
your phallo leave you alone.

and granted for their
possesions to measure
she's a little pisser
your cock in her kisser
but now a will of her own.

II

husband: damn ankles and eyes wide
from you fingernails to your too.
of the insects and the m-5
over charlemagne in a too.

and needs a new prize
baby needs a new and prize.

in this place called heavenly
you born here.
this place heavenly
you born here.
you were here.

husband: and now all the marchers from high
i will all of my awakenings to this.

and all the angles that opress my sight
i bleed your heart through a samovar soon.

captain: in this called heavenly
you were here.
this called heavenly
you were here.
you born here.

III

soldier: settled dust in your hair
to watch you shake and it out.
our armaments bared
we our bags and travel alls.

from the lee of the
he comes in the chang and the
and all his eunuchs in
can lift his line and lariat.

com loose his hounds
to me down.

chorus of blow me down.

soldier: on stretch of ground
lay me down.

chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

chaplain: and now stricken pangs
that tear at our backs like thistle
the soft silver tain
our last and birthing hour

soldier: here com his hounds
to me down.

chorus of blow me down.

soldier: on this of ground
lay me down.

chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

IV

widow: o the is blowing, it hurts your skin
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

your arms full of lullabies, orchids and
memories wrapped within paper and twine.

the room that you lie in is and hard
sleeping soft babies on piles of
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and
your dry mouths cry for your mother's milk.

when the commes to greet you, you'll rise with clothes on
and advance with the others, old songs
of cattle and maidens and old queens.
let the music you on.

the room that you lie in is and hard
sleeping soft babies on of yards
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and
your dry hungry cry for your mother's milk.

V

woman: darling what have you done?
your are town, your make-up runs.

daughter: i ran brambles, blooming thistle
i washed my in the river when you whistled me on.

woman: darling dear, what hav eyou
your and face are smeared with blood.

daughter: the came and called me out
to and to butcher his mother's sow

woman: but darling dear, found him dead
this on the riverbed.

but now darling, don't you cry.
your reward's in the by-and -by.
now baby, don't you cry.
your reward's in the by-and-by.

crone: and now we've seen powers
softly stretch the
you're a little twister
are you sweet on your
as now you go home.