Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] upon this pillow
of reed and willow
you're a fickle little
are you on your sister?
your won't leave you alone.

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

II]

[husband:] your ankles and eyes wide
from you fingernails to ponytails too.
of the insects and the m-5
over charlemagne in a too.

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

[captain:] in 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 damn all the angles that my sight
i will your heart through a samovar soon.

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

III]

[soldier:] they dust in your hair
to watch you and shout it out.
our armaments bared
we shed our and travel alls.

the lee of the wall
he comes in the chang and the
and all his in thrall
can lift his line and lariat.

here com loose his
to me down.

[chorus of blow me down.

on this stretch of ground
lay me down.

[chorus of lay me down.

to sleep.

[chaplain:] and now with pangs
that tear at our like thistle down
the mirror's soft tain
our last and birthing hour

[soldier:] here com loose his
to me down.

[chorus of blow 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 hurts skin
as you climb up hillside, and fen.

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

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

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

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

V]

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

i ran through brambles, blooming thistle
i washed my in the river when you whistled me on.

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

the chaplain came and called me out
to and to butcher his mother's sow

[woman:] but darling dear, found him dead
morning 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 fickle little
are you on your sister?
as now you go home.