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 leave you alone.

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

II

husband: damn your ankles and eyes
from you to your 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 place called heavenly
you were here.
this place called
you were here.
you born here.

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

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

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

III

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

from the lee of the
he comes in the and the chariot
and all his eunuchs in
can scarce his line and lariat.

here com loose his
to me down.

chorus of waifs: me down.

soldier: on stretch of ground
lay me down.

chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

chaplain: and now with pangs
that at our backs like thistle down
the mirror's soft tain
reflects our last and birthing

here com loose his hounds
to me down.

chorus of blow me down.

soldier: on this stretch of
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, and wine
your wrapped within paper and twine.

the room 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.

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

the that you lie in is dusty and hard
sleeping soft on piles of yards
of gingham, taffeta, and silk
your dry hungry mouths cry for your 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
hands and face are smeared with blood.

daughter: the came and called me out
to beat and to butcher his sow

woman: but darling dear, they found him
morning on the riverbed.

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