Luyện nghe bài hát The Magdalene Laundries

I was an unmarried
I'd just twenty-seven
When they me to the sisters
For the way men at me
as a jezebel
I knew I was not bound for
I'd be cast in
the Magdalene laundries

Most come here pregnant
Some by own fathers
got that belly
By her priest
We're trying to get things white as
All of us
In the steaming
Of the Magdalene

Prostitutes and
And like me--
women--
Sentenced dreamless drudgery ...
Why do call this heartless place
Our of Charity?
Oh charity!

These bloodless of Jesus
If they had once glimpsed their groom
they'd know, and they'd drop the stones
Concealed their rosaries
They the grass they walk upon
They the light out of a room
They'd like to drive us the drain
At the Magdalene

Peg O'Connell died
She was a girl
A
just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells ring!
One day I'm going to die too
And they'll plant me in the
Like some lame
That never blooms come any
Not any
No, not any
Not any