Luyện nghe bài hát Tain, Pts1 - 5

I]

[crone:] upon this pillow
made of and willow
you're a fickle twister
are you sweet on sister?
your fallow leave you alone.

and granted for pleasure
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 fingernails to ponytails too.
of the insects and the m-5
over in a motorcade too.

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

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

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

and damn all the angles that my sight
i will bleed your heart a samovar soon.

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

III]

[soldier:] they settled in your hair
to watch you shake and it out.
with our 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.

com loose his hounds
to me down.

[chorus of waifs:] 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 like thistle 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 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 up hillside, forest and fen.

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

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

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

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

V]

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

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

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

[daughter:] the came and called me out
to beat and to his mother's sow

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

but hush now darling, you cry.
your reward's in the by-and -by.
hush now baby, you cry.
your in the sweet by-and-by.

and now we've seen your powers
softly the hours
you're a little twister
are you sweet on sister?
as now you go home.