Luyện nghe bài hát Long Lost Tapes of Hendrix

One while out strollin' a friend
I to see
He was begging a bottle
On Spring and

He said, "I got news for you
Only a couple of bob
About a treasure
home in Ballydehob

Well, I gave him all the I had
And he me by the hand
I know you musicians
I've got to beat the band

For back there in me native
In the Allied Bank
The long tapes of Hendrix
Are in the vault

You can about your pyramids
And your of Guinness stout
But the long lost tapes of
Will them in the dirt

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

When I hit the Irish me
Fatigue to desire
I beheld two pounds
Of Maggie McGuire

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

I hate the very of yez
Apart from your
man can stimulate me
Any way he

are you doin' later?
Yera, I'm not up to
you care for a pint of Guinness?
I touch the stuff

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

She was to look beautiful
Though there was three of her in
Six hundred of lovin'
What do you have in

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

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

we were inside
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 trick in the book

Over, under,
By the I was shook
When she keeled over
I gently her weight

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

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

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

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

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

I'm faded away from tendin'
To Maggie McGuire's
The of this story is
Don't find your dreams

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

But the long tapes of Hendrix
leave them in the dirt