Luyện nghe bài hát First Mrs. Jones

Her real first was Betty but I'd rather just forget it
So call her the first Mrs. Jones
We were married in September and it lasted November
Then one day she just out on her own

I followed her to Savannah, New and then Atlanta
Every day I begged her to come
Pretty soon I drinking, tryin' hard to keep from thinking
Just how much I loved the first Mrs.

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

I put a pistol in my stumbled out and hailed a taxi
I the taxi driver to take me to her home
I remember walkin' proudly, everybody 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
on the top of the first Mrs Jones

Did my story scare you
Oh, oh, oh yes I can see 'cause I'm so you
Little of perspiration dot your clothes

Aren't you sorry now that you me
Really now don't you wanna go with me
all you are the second Mrs. Jones