Luyện nghe bài hát Long Lost Tapes of Hendrix

One while out strollin' a friend
I to see
He was behind a bottle
On and Bowery

He said, "I got news for you
cost a couple of bob
About a buried
Back in Ballydehob

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

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

You can talk about your
And your pints of stout
But the long lost tapes of
leave them in the dirt

So I stole me credit card
To the I did jog
Very soon
I arrived in

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

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

I the very sight of yez
Apart from president
That man can me
Any way he

What are you doin'
Yera, I'm not up to
you care for a pint of Guinness?
I never touch the

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

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

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

No bother, a str
easily arranged
So we stole the bank
And the creaky stairs

Soon we were
The vault and dentin' the very
I could see the tapes of
And they hidden the door

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

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

With her wakin' the very dead
I headed for the
Then all at
A big white took me by surprise

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

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

Two hundred pounds of Maggie
Smilin' to beat the
Oh, you're so
No did I need

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

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

And keep away Hendrix
And his goddamn tapes
You can talk about pyramids
And pints of Guinness stout

But the lost tapes of Hendrix
Will leave in the dirt