Luyện nghe bài hát Long Lost Tapes of Hendrix

One evening while out a friend
I to see
He was behind a bottle
On Spring and

He said, "I got some for you
Only a couple of bob
About a buried
Back home in

Well, I him all the bucks I had
And he took me by the
I know you love
I've got news to beat the

For there in me native town
In the Irish Bank
The long lost of Hendrix
Are in the vault

You can talk about pyramids
And your of Guinness stout
But the long tapes of Hendrix
Will leave in the dirt

So I stole me credit card
To the I did jog
soon thereafter
I in Ballydehob

I hit the Allied Irish me
Fatigue turned to
I two hundred pounds
Of sweet Maggie

She her eyes upon me
"what are you in me bank?"
I'm here on a secret mission,
Oh no, not another

I hate the sight of yez
from your president
That man can me
Any way he

are you doin' later?
Yera, I'm not up to
Would you for a pint of Guinness?
I never the stuff

But one led to two or three
Six to seven or
Until I was hands with meself
And that was feelin' no pain

She was startin' to beautiful
Though there was of her in sight
Six hundred pounds of
do you have in mind?

Oh, sweet Maggie
There's one I'd adore
To go to the vault of your bank
And do it on the

No bother, a str
That's arranged
So we stole into the
And down the stairs

we were inside
The and dentin' the very floor
I could see the of Hendrix
And they hidden behind the

I never had such a of love
She knew trick in the book

Over, under,
By the mornin' I was
When she finally over
I gently her weight

With her snores the very dead
I headed for the
all at once
A big white flash took me by

An in tie-dye
Arose before me
A curly headed man
Exploded in the

T'was the of Jimi Hendrix
And him playin' the pipes
I woke up in the
A weddin' ring on me

Two pounds of Maggie McGuire
Smilin' to the band
Oh, so romantic
No did I need

Just one mad night of sex
Brought me to my
So now I live in
Where the rain down all week

I'm nearly faded away tendin'
To Maggie needs
The moral of story is
Don't ever find dreams

And away from Hendrix
And his bloody tapes
You can talk about your
And your pints of stout

But the long lost tapes of
Will them in the dirt