Luyện nghe bài hát A Dreadful Strain

Under (the) moon, time still to come
"If I questing, I may find some settling!"
show me your droll face of wood
Look around at the faces

One man speaks, loud and he cries
"All those strange fellows go away to barrows!"
Then they all for a riot indeed
Torch in hand and glances

Here is Greenteeth, twelve miles from the nearest inn
(the) innkeeper of filthy tricks, she's as old as trees!
- be - As old as trees!

Nighttime - never they say, go off
In tracks I walk - A dreadful strain
Their homes so hidden, through old they wait
No nor silver, twiggy arms don't want your gold....!

In the end, the circle's close at
Living more gently, have a glass of brandy
Never they saw their home's open at night
witness their silent traces

Here is Dana o'Shee, she's by to take revenge
a jug of whitest milk over her head!
- she'll pass - Over her head!

Nighttime - never they say, go off
In tracks I walk - A dreadful strain
Their so hidden, through branches old they wait
No gold nor silver, is sold at half price....!

Jarpen, Aydan]

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