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

I

crone: here upon pillow
made of and willow
a fickle little twister
are you sweet on your
your phallo leave you alone.

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

II

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

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

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

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

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

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

III

soldier: they settled dust in your
to watch you shake and it out.
our armaments bared
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 his line and lariat.

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.

chaplain: and now stricken pangs
that at our backs like thistle down
the mirror's soft silver
reflects our last and hour

soldier: com loose his hounds
to me down.

chorus of waifs: me down.

on this stretch of ground
lay me down.

chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

IV

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

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

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

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

V

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

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

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

daughter: the came 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.
reward's in the sweet by-and -by.
hush now baby, you cry.
reward's in the sweet by-and-by.

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