Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

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

and for their pleasure
laid to measure
she's a salty pisser
your cock in her kisser
but now a will of her own.

II]

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

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

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

[husband:] and now all the marchers descend from
i will dedicate all of my to this.

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

[captain:] in this called heavenly
you born here.
this called heavenly
you were here.
you were here.

[PART

[soldier:] they settled dust in your
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 chang and the
and all his eunuchs in
can lift his line and lariat.

here com loose his
to me down.

of waifs:] blow me down.

[soldier:] on this stretch of
lay me down.

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

[chaplain:] and now with pangs
that tear at our backs like down
the mirror's soft silver
reflects our last and hour

[soldier:] here com 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 wind is blowing, it your skin
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

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

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

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

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

V]

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

[daughter:] i ran through brambles, thistle
i washed my face in the when you whistled me on.

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

[daughter:] the chaplain and called me out
to and to butcher his mother's sow

[woman:] but darling dear, they found him
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 seen your
softly stretch the
you're a little twister
are you on your sister?
as now you go home.