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

I

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

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

II

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

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

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

and now all the marchers descend from high
i will dedicate all of my to this.

and damn all the angles opress my sight
i will bleed your through a samovar soon.

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

III

soldier: they settled dust in hair
to watch you and shout it out.
with our armaments
we our bags and travel alls.

the lee of the wall
he comes in the chang and the
and all his in thrall
can scarce his line and lariat.

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.

chaplain: and now stricken with
that at our backs like thistle down
the mirror's 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 wind is blowing, it hurts skin
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

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

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

the dawn 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 dusty and
sleeping soft on piles of yards
of gingham, taffeta, and silk
your dry hungry mouths cry for mother's milk.

V

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

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

darling dear, what hav eyou done?
your hands and face are with blood.

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

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

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

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