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

I

crone: here this pillow
made of and willow
a fickle little twister
are you sweet on sister?
your won't leave you alone.

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

II

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

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

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

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

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

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

III

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

from the lee of the
he in the chang and the chariot
and all his eunuchs in
can scarce lift his 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 thistle down
the mirror's soft tain
reflects our last and birthing

here com loose his hounds
to me down.

of waifs: 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 your skin
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

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

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

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

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

V

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

i ran through brambles, blooming thistle
i washed my face in the river when you me on.

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

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

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

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

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