Luyện nghe bài hát First Mrs. Jones

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

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

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

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

The next I recall was walking to the forest
Lookin' for a place to her bones
I dug and dug for and then 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 beads of dot your clothes

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