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  • 作词 : Joni Mitchell
    作曲 : Joni Mitchell
    I was an unmarried girl
    I'd just turned twenty-seven
    When they sent me to the sisters
    For the way men looked at me
    Branded as a jezebel
    I knew I was not bound for Heaven
    I'd be cast in shame
    Into the Magdalene laundries
    Most girls come here pregnant
    Some by their own fathers
    Bridget got that belly
    By her parish priest
    We're trying to get things white as snow
    All of us woe-begotten-daughters
    In the streaming stains
    Of the Magdalene laundries
    Prostitutes and destitutes
    And temptresses like me
    Fallen women
    Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ...
    Why do they call this heartless place
    Our Lady of Charity?
    Oh charity!
    These bloodless brides of Jesus
    If they had just once glimpsed their groom
    Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones
    Concealed behind their rosaries
    They wilt the grass they walk upon
    They leech the light out of a room
    They'd like to drive us down the drain
    At the Magdalene laundries
    Peg O'Connell died today
    She was a cheeky girl, A flirt
    They just stuffed her in a hole!
    Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring!

    One day I'm going to die here too
    And they'll plant me in the dirt
    (Like) Some lame bulb
    That never blooms come any spring
    How any spring
    Oh....
    Ah...
    Nobody any spring
    Not any spring

  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Joni Mitchell
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Joni Mitchell
    [00:23.000]I was an unmarried girl
    [00:25.800]I'd just turned twenty-seven
    [00:30.000]When they sent me to the sisters
    [00:34.350]For the way men looked at me
    [00:37.350]Branded as a jezebel
    [00:41.800]I knew I was not bound for Heaven
    [00:45.800]I'd be cast in shame
    [00:47.850]Into the Magdalene laundries
    [00:59.500]Most girls come here pregnant
    [01:03.500]Some by their own fathers
    [01:08.150]Bridget got that belly
    [01:10.550]By her parish priest
    [01:15.000]We're trying to get things white as snow
    [01:17.680]All of us woe-begotten-daughters
    [01:21.400]In the streaming stains
    [01:23.850]Of the Magdalene laundries
    [01:35.000]Prostitutes and destitutes
    [01:39.000]And temptresses like me
    [01:41.300]Fallen women
    [01:44.350]Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ...
    [01:50.770]Why do they call this heartless place
    [01:54.300]Our Lady of Charity?
    [01:57.630]Oh charity!
    [02:07.050]These bloodless brides of Jesus
    [02:10.000]If they had just once glimpsed their groom
    [02:13.500]Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones
    [02:17.500]Concealed behind their rosaries
    [02:21.100]They wilt the grass they walk upon
    [02:25.800]They leech the light out of a room
    [02:28.800]They'd like to drive us down the drain
    [02:32.300]At the Magdalene laundries
    [02:44.000]Peg O'Connell died today
    [02:46.600]She was a cheeky girl, A flirt
    [02:49.300]They just stuffed her in a hole!
    [02:51.250]Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring!
    [02:57.400]
    [02:58.450]One day I'm going to die here too
    [03:02.100]And they'll plant me in the dirt
    [03:07.100](Like) Some lame bulb
    [03:08.500]That never blooms come any spring
    [03:13.500]How any spring
    [03:16.400]Oh....
    [03:32.700]Ah...
    [03:41.050]Nobody any spring
    [03:50.200]Not any spring
    [03:56.000]