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

I

crone: here upon pillow
made of and willow
you're a little twister
are you on your sister?
your phallo won't you alone.

and granted for pleasure
laid to measure
she's a salty little
with cock in her kisser
but now a will of her own.

II

husband: your ankles and eyes wide
you fingernails to your ponytails too.
king of the and the m-5
over in a motorcade too.

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

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

husband: and now all the descend from high
i dedicate all of my awakenings to this.

and damn all the angles that opress my
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.
with our armaments
we shed our and travel alls.

the lee of the wall
he in the chang and the chariot
and all his in thrall
can scarce 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 with
that tear at our backs thistle down
the mirror's soft tain
reflects our last and hour

soldier: here com loose his
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 wind is blowing, it hurts your
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

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

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

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

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

V

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

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

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

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

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

but hush now darling, you cry.
reward's in the sweet by-and -by.
hush now baby, you cry.
your reward's in the by-and-by.

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