Luyện nghe bài hát First Mrs. Jones

Her real first name was but I'd rather just forget it
So I'll call her the first Mrs.
We were in September and it lasted till November
one day she just took out on her own

I her to Savannah, New Orleans and then Atlanta
Every day I begged her to home
Pretty I started drinking, tryin' hard to keep from thinking
Just how much I the first Mrs. Jones

It was cold and dark one just before the day was dawning
I staggered from a tavern to a phone
When she up her receiver, I said you're gonna come back or
Either they're gonna be calling you the Mrs. Jones

I put a pistol in my jacket stumbled out and a taxi
I told the taxi driver to take me to her
I remember proudly, everybody said I yelled out loudly
Come on out or I'm gonna come in Mrs.

The next thing I was walking to the forest
Lookin' for a place to her bones
I dug and dug for hours and I planted flowers
Right on the top of the first Mrs

Did my little story you
Oh, oh, oh yes I can see I'm so near you
Little beads of perspiration dot your

Aren't you sorry now you left me
Really now you wanna come go with me
After all you are the second Mrs.