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 cost a of bob
a buried treasure
Back home in

Well, I gave him all the I had
And he took me by the
I know you love
got news to beat the band

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

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

So I me boss's credit card
To the I did jog
Very soon
I arrived in

When I hit the Allied me
turned to desire
I two hundred pounds
Of Maggie McGuire

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

I the very sight of yez
Apart from president
man can stimulate 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
I was shakin' hands with meself
And girl was feelin' no pain

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

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

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

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

I had such a night of love
She knew every trick in the

Over, under,
By the mornin' I was
When she keeled over
I moved her weight

With her snores wakin' the very
I headed for the
all at once
A big flash took me by surprise

An apparition in
Arose before me
A curly black man
in the light

T'was the ghost of Hendrix
And him playin' the pipes
I up in the hospital
A weddin' on me hand

Two hundred pounds of Maggie
to beat the band
Oh, so romantic
No engagement did I

Just one mad of blisterin' sex
me to my knees
So now I in Ballydehob
Where the rain down all week

I'm nearly faded away tendin'
To Maggie McGuire's
The moral of this is
ever find your dreams

And keep from Hendrix
And his goddamn tapes
You can talk your pyramids
And pints of Guinness stout

But the long lost tapes of
Will them in the dirt