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

I

crone: here upon this
made of and willow
you're a little twister
are you sweet on your
your won't leave you alone.

and granted for pleasure
possesions laid to
she's a salty pisser
with your cock in her
but now she's a of her own.

II

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

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

in this place called heavenly
you born here.
this 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 all the angles that opress my sight
i will your heart through a samovar soon.

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

III

soldier: settled dust in your hair
to watch you shake and it out.
with our bared
we shed our bags and alls.

the lee of the wall
he comes in the and the chariot
and all his in thrall
can scarce lift his and lariat.

here com loose his
to me down.

chorus of waifs: me down.

soldier: on this of ground
lay me down.

chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

chaplain: and now stricken with
that tear at our backs like down
the mirror's silver tain
reflects our and birthing hour

soldier: here com his hounds
to me down.

chorus of waifs: me down.

soldier: on 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 climb up hillside, and fen.

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

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

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

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

V

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

daughter: i ran through brambles, 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 chaplain came and me out
to beat and to his mother's sow

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

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

crone: and now seen your powers
stretch the hours
you're a fickle twister
are you on your sister?
as now you go home.